Poems from Nomad1c
In quietness of early dawn
where mourning doves parade...
they somehow see
right through what's gone;
my cloudy gray charade
.
A rainbows...
The Ibex...
remains largely unknown;
with HUGE curvy horns
that have grown
and have grown.
.
They skim cliffs edges
without any worry;
and...
With bright yellow eyes
and shiny orange skin,
they live near the water
they love to go in.
.
Like turtles and snakes;
and yes, even frogs...
El' Toro will charge in a wink.
He will stare you down and not blink.
.
"Why have you come here?, out in my field...
... I'll show you NO...
Paper Luna moth
Climbing the tree of still life
Moon phase is quartered
°
Should I fly away
Is it perhaps best to stay
By dawn's early...