Almost Senseless
Whimsy from a confused mind
Sunday, 29 April 2012
No escape
Dark brooding clouds
Over streaking lines
Crowding out thoughts
Of a heart that pines
A tired bush
With careworn leaves
Ignores the warmth
Of light reprieve
And through a glimpse
Of azure sky
The rush of memory
Of those perfect eyes
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment