Anonymous
The colors are brighter everywhere I look, even in the graveyard where bodies rest
Everything is seen with empty eyes, I feel light, I feel the same day and night, I will not fight
Lest all options, be swept.
The flowers flaunt their beauty with purpose to help you...and I
Sun keeps shining, the mountains stand tall
blocking turbulent winds from making our minds swim.
Time is psychological, this moment is fact.
The life, spirit, present, is where I am kept.
Beautiful poem! You have a
Beautiful poem! You have a way with words. :)
~BUG~