Thickets in while birds fly out
why do you cry...
Yellow crystal wings
Graze lazy lava rivers...
If only this was my last word
written for the eyes of no one...
I've never felt like this before.
I could plant myself around...
I'll tell you all right now more or less
This rhyme is about poetry and the press...
Written for a contest
using the title 'now we are free...
Ho ho ho, faces full of glee,
Presents wrapped up under the tree...
Once there was maiden, named Jayden,
who thought she was fair and beautiful...
I guess all began with a big bang
Before romance and a song bee sang...
I think I hear whispers,
coming from somewhere near by...
Skin dried worse than
autumn covered leaves...
Suspended from sleep like a feather floating in...
The ways of the night I feel...