Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
I know this landscape is nonexistent
The wind flows out of the sky
Making pitter-patter of rain
In the drumming woods

My kid plays a violin
Snow melts on the distant hill
The rose weeps on the arid land

In the darkroom, the stars faded,
Wars on the screen never cease
My kid plays a violin
Brakes the silvery string

Look!blood has oozed from the wall.
Jeff Chen
Written by
Jeff Chen
2.1k
   Lame Poet, King David and Gary Muir
Please log in to view and add comments on poems