Poems from sjp97
Up high in the trees, in the rustling leaves,
Sits a tiny magpie, collecting gold.
Bewitched by its gleam, and envied by thieves,
It sits...
There is a fire burning .Smoke rising far into the sky.They made it out of hate,They won’t answer why.Arsonists stand by,Pretending to help...
erratically,
senselessly,
he walks along ,
with his broken facade.
an echo of what once was,
what will never be.
losing himself,
but not...