Poems from Lyn Viao
I don't write. Ideas take hold of me and I try to record them into words so the world can witness what happened to me.
The river flows on and on
Some things are left on the banks
Some things float downstream
We carry on in our boat
Some say the river is...
The eyes are blue sky, shining
The hair is a brown mire, waving
The skin is an ivory sand, flowing
Surrounded by a golden glow
Crowned by a...