Poems from jr463
Ever quiet
Ever still
Green and gold
Speckled with white
A soft humming grows
Whizzes by
Fades
Leaping and laughing the trees begin to...
To my heart,
My heart,
My heart
Why must you be so fickle!
You love Them now
No, now another
And next another still!
I'd have thought I...
Hooves pound in the night
And they know she is near
Little Red, Little Red
Is the one that they fear
For at her side, they know
Baked in...