Poems from DawnP
Life is a blessing.
But death a cold reminder,
Of the brevity of dreams.
Concentrating one's mind on the wounds of a dagger,
Does not heal the brutal stab wounds.
It is possible when one dwells on thoughts of...
To find something worth standing for,
To stand and and not give in,
Is to find something worth living for.
To find something worth...
They shine, they glitter, and they dance to and fro.
They laugh, they cry, they see, and they know.
They capture the drops of diamond dew...
You looked at me and said,
“I hate my eyes that are dull and brown.
They are not blue and pretty,
They are sad and make me frown.”
I...