bows of rain, painted by the sky, sculptured and carved by earth's chemistry
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
colored bridges, that daze us only so slightly yet, our hearts crave them
autumn leaves whirling heavens lid screaming, yelling how enraged he is
"Petrichor", a word, an ever-so-soothing noun, terms "the scent of rain"
Yes! There is something, about thunder and lightning, that enlightens me.
strong fast wings of metal bringing joyful dreaming souls to where I dream of
At times I look up I see gray, a reflection of my inner feels
I can't give up, cause after darkness, there is light I turn the switch, soon
there was endless sky and more than any horizon could allow us now
Falling down to earth Astounding and nourishing For ground and its soul
Doppelgänger, Doppelgänger. Rebirth Absolution Who are you to be my judge? All I see in you is me. Doppelgänger,
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Oh, wheel of fortune, ever turning round, With every spin, new hopes are found. A dance of chance, under starlit skies,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
