Poetry
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray
Ms Friday posts
Coffin
peaceful sleeps are on their way accompanied with mourning black lights Skinny winds are blowing With running corns Lonely nights are cal...
Earth
Mother nature rains tears from her shattered sky Blowing her anger on land from mountains high Her happiness through sun from which she shin...
Experience
Experience Attractive fields swinging from place to place Leaving m ar ks in my he art th at never he al Fo otpr ints on w hi ch I b uil d...
Dancing
On the dance floor We’re all a bunch of artists Painting on the notes an lyrics of the melody while the heart beats Pushes the corporal und...
Monday, 6 June 2011
Earth
Mother nature rains tears from her shattered sky
Blowing her
anger on land from mountains high
Her
happiness through sun from which she shines
I smell your emotions
You're the fruit to my mood
Ms Friday
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