The teachers voice fades out into background noise...
My mind gets away from me as the class debate goes...
Strong and firm it stands upright
Through the storm it holds its own...
Nature of beauty
Granting sensations...
It's not so silent
In these woods of pure darkness...
Moon/nigh
black quit...
Hand painted sky, I held my hand
A poets Dream to write...
Beneath the sun, that sits tonight
I chanced to see the rays so bright...
The girl was only five years old,
An ancient myth was here exposed...
Brisk autumn breeze
Azure sky so clear...
His touch reminds me of the gentle wind.
His hands remind me of rough bark...
Many do wonder, question believe?
Evolving beauties remain in the seas...
There's white puffy clouds; candyfloss galore.
It's completely eternal, and I just want more...