#daysgone
Marbles made of sweet canes with a dash of cinnamon.
Varnished tresses of lyptus that bathed in the glow.
Petals that once knew the shade of heat.
Now sour, fade and bleak
in the face
of nature’s decree.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
there might be a voice that
nobody
wants
to listen
and maybe someday i will find
there might be a voice
that i am tired
to hear
it's my whispers become
echoes
still nowhere to land
birds lost all gone.
iJT
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC