Poems from pandaplayer97
I sing and feed my soul.
I dance and sing at my pleasure,
Turning and observing the stars in the sky.
Counting more than my seventeen...
I hear my highschool singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of athletes, each one singing his as it should be: loud and strong...
Memories of sunny days;
wind wisping softly by.
Looking down onto the trees;
birds floating in the sky.
Greean pastures full of spirit...
The very best part about being me
Is all of the colors and movements
of things that I see.
Of people passing
and small children laughing...
There's beauty in the forest;
Love falls down from the sky.
The birds all whisper softly
And flutter swiftly by.
My heart sinks in the...