the image i am

 

all these days
in memory waste
i think of it
and make sad face
windy chill
stinging air
fuller moon
dancing there
sleeping dead
softly speak
they say no more
i say lets go
we laugh you cry
and i wonder why
you sit down
i wander by
i cannot stop
i wont stop
i love to be
immortality

Reviews

[Penslinger]

I really liked this one~It flowed very nicely
You have a wonderful perspective

[EmpressPoetess]

awareness and great flow make this an excellent write. Enjoyed.