Poems from ss14959
A pair of laces upon my feet,
Upon the grass, A spear of summer,
Upon the dandelion heads
Reaching up to the sun, yearning for the light
I...
The trumpets blare,
Winding our hearts ‘til they practically
Pop with exhaustion.
The pitter-patter of feet stepping in sync
Adds to the...
The hearth glows red,
Devoid of the homely affection often associated with such a warmth.
Hammer upon stone rings across the grounds,
But...
Of good tidings,
The preacher seldom speaks.
Hungry for guidance,
The pursuit of
All things good,
The parish
Wait with withered ears.
To...
I see your faults and your perfections too.
I see the secrets inside of your mind,
I see your wants, your needs great, and your view.
I...