Poems from latenightmusings
Breathing in
And out
As tears cascade down
From eyes that have
Not yet seen light
Down her gentle
Features until they
Reach the cliff
Of...
Grim are the days when
Grass does not whisper
And silent run streams
But no one listens
To know the difference
Am I Brave, as they say?
Or do I continue for my fear
Of failing?
Equality, Individuality
Unity, Diversity
The archaic American Ideals
Are...