Poems from BlackCurls
Numerous are the eyes of the night sky,
Unique are the tears of the cold day.
The earth sits, bare.
How it wishes for there to be
One to bring water to the deserted field.
Let the seeds of the beautiful flowers and...
I can see the dying trees
And the blooming flowers,
The strikes of lightening
And the drizzling rain.
All through my window I can see...