Golden Curls of Light

my first ever poem. i was young. please be nice. -enjoy-

 

The rain falls

As the sun sets.

With the clouds full

Of the last curls of light

That get eternally trapped

In a maze of confusion.

But if you go to the highest hill in the land

And reach up as high as you can

You can almost reach the curls of light.

And feel the warmth of gratitude

As they are pulled closer

To the freedom of darkness

That is never found.

Reviews

[lexingtonvlair]

that was really cute