The WatcherA Poem by SaraHelena
He gazes out of the window, The gray and white world stretched out before him. A noisy place, filled with people who are busy getting nowhere. He sighs. He tastes the world with dry and withered lips, He has seen it all before.
© 2008 SaraHelena |
Stats
59 Views
1 Review Added on August 20, 2008 AuthorSaraHelenaYosemite, CAAboutI'm 24 I live in the forests of Yosemite I am dyslexic and a terrible speller, so go easy on me if my grammar, spelling and punctuation aren't the greatest. I love to read fantasy and poetry. My fav.. more..Writing
|