Poems from DawnP
The delicate trill echoes,
Beyond the little music box and throughout the room.
The delicate trill echoes,
But a deeper silence pervades...
Remember not everything you see is what truly was.
Remember not everything you hear is what occured.
Remember not everything that someone...
The flower that will not its blossom raise,
To meet the infinite sky above its head,
For fear of being burned by scorching rays,
Is not...
A great tree with massive boughs,
Sends its roots to the center of the earth.
It does not move or sprint about,
But dreams of things in...
The saddest thing in the world is the frown on the face of a friend,
Like the bottom of the Pacific, its chasms have no visible end.
The...