Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
I sat ever so silently,
Not a whisper escaping my soul.
What's true-
Might not always be reality,
Nothing is ever built whole.
I watched the birds fly,
All across the deep azure-
Of the sky,
Circling in depth of my eyes-
And then I realized,
I was staring at an ocean.
Notes (optional)
aviisevil
Written by
aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
294
   Sabbathius and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems