Lyrics flying through my head like butterflies in a field of wildflowers on a warm, spring day.
I always thought rainbows were sad because they were shaped like a frown.
~Belle
We come not from the mists, but from the luminous webs of illusion
When a Sheep climbs the Cliff, then it even Scorns a Wolf.
The turtles never swim in the river always but he never afraid of the river.
And when the birds go to sleep
thats when the trees sing...
The most beautiful music comes from natures life.
You can never truly Capture the beauty of ever-changing nature, and that tortures me inside.
You can never truly capture the beauty of an ever-changing sunset.
The snow makes me think of poetry, or writing a story. Its just very beautiful...
A POETRY COMMUNITY
POEMS