Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
2d
The wind is cream, it's scent fruit yogurt.
The rain the ash of a kindled comet.
The sun a thrill on planets face,
and winters chill in mellowed chase.

A flower's charm may draw you near.
Beware the bliss, the alluring veneer.
Darkness ripens in a world like this.
Written by
Aaron Beedle  32/M/England
(32/M/England)   
86
     2
Please log in to view and add comments on poems