Poems from Blakwater364
You are the missing word
reading fantastic 'guise.
Torn between politicians and brokers,
What's black and white?
Sunglass reflections '...
Hot street and my soles are melting
Not a soul in sight and what a sigh of relief as my feet are on fire
A stroll across the sun would be...
Moonshine floods the curtain lace and bathes the room in colors of soft serenity.Shadows of strangers wrap around a lonely bed, gripping...
Oh how my lovely weathered memories are scattered across the floor. How they come rushing through as I sit and ponder. What will the winds...
Farewell Stranger, your travels have left scars across the surface of the land.Your words cast into flames of open fury and now personal...