Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
No mention of stars or sea
Or of sky or song
Or of rivers reaching
Roads winding
Or of trees singing quietly
As we walk along
None of it lasts
Nearly half as long
Or compares to the truth
Within the pursuit of you
As we walk along
How a verse evolves with each line.

I like this one.
Colm
Written by
Colm
  580
       Colm, Amanacer, ---, misha and A Slow Heyoka
Please log in to view and add comments on poems