Legend

Poetry speaks

A fingers length, he stay.
The sound of many strings play.
The leaves blow, still alive.
Sorrow on the hands she hide.
Pastel colors, blurry picture.
Life and he right next to the fire.
Speak so soft, wind listen.
Cinders sleep and a beauty stiffen.
Only two here, many know.
The hero, the queen of snow.
Speak in breaks, story told.
Long live the two, and legend hold.

Reviews

[Sam]

Your poem was written very well, it has such vivid imagery that I easily imagined the seen. I liked the meaning behind it, and how nicely your poem flowed. Good job!

[unspokenpain]

Thank you for the comment