Here is my poem South of Sorrow the sun crashes down to the southern areas leaving us with blank white pages the sky is a smeared painting with bright and warm colors that will soon turn gray and cold
the ocean sparkles breathtaking from a distance that will soon turn into ice not only is the sun moving southword but the birds are too leaving us with just shivering cold
sweet gossipgurl heart hope u enjoyed my first poem
Sweet gossipgurl · Wed Dec 10, 2008 @ 10:27pm · 1 Comments |