Poems from Indy_Elite
Deep roots on Gaia’s tooth.
Treetops where Earth stops?
Blue Skies and morning dew.
Scarce water and thin air too?
If they can make it...
Pretty cloud, don’t cry.I see a darkness in you.Rains bring flowers, butI’d rather see the sparkle through you. Sunshine or moonlight,...
If we must die, let it not be like dogs
Hunting and penning others in inglorious spots.
While round us bark the mad hiding in fogs
Making...
Mom at Six Months:
Me at Sixteen Months:
Me at Six:
Grandma Six Months later:
Me in Sixth Grade:
Me at Sixteen:
"Wake up honey, it's...
[DIW:]
My God is learning,
Just try His ways.
Your soul doesn’t stay in a grave.
Dim then, dull now, desired help on its way!
“High off of...