Poems from Anya_AA
Wonders of the world have me feeling small.
How many adventures I haven't experienced.
Open the doors and embarking in the labrynth.
Time...
Soaring through the depth of me,
are stories I cannot unsee.
A chance to break this shift of space,
untimely but, it leads the race....
It's the way of your laugh,
to the things that all past.
It's more, it's a testimant,
of growth that we lacked.
It's the left to the right...
Are there pastures past the mud, and I'm just too scared to walk through it?
Do I dare put on the glasses and be brave to see through them...
I'm a writer in her essence.
The pen speaks through me and marks each letter.
I weave the words together.
Painted images of my mind....