Author of 'The Blue Phoenix'. Poetry is my passion. Reading is love. Books are life.
The Night sun offers smiles when moon rivers glorify his reflection.
A summer storm brews across the miles, lightning dances in the horizon.
The leaves are aquiverRestless with the what will be The old tree braces againEvery root tugging I'm unisonDrenched to a shiverI look for meaning in this rampageThis old heart is worn and tiredMaybe this is my only redemption
The leaves are aquiver
ReplyDeleteRestless with the what will be
The old tree braces again
Every root tugging I'm unison
Drenched to a shiver
I look for meaning in this rampage
This old heart is worn and tired
Maybe this is my only redemption