The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver
Shiver
Category: Poem
About Me
Strange stream of consciousness poem. Doesn't completely make sense, but does it have to?
Dear America
A letter of hope and love to America.
Eternal Fall
Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall
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