I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
Her mind-
a collection...
You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...
I find a pretty butterfly
One I had never seen...
We flirted
yesterday...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...