Poems from SaturnSunrise220
Dreams are like butterflies
Surrealism is butterflies
Clouds can breathe
Flowers can sing
Crows can cry
Dreams are like butterflies
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A floating bird in a puddle of the unknown, drifting.
A boat flying through the air being wisped around by the breezing clouds.
The water...
Can anyone hear me? Hello? Thought so. Talking into a deep and empty cradle of depression and anxiety. I say something and it just echoes...
September rain falls on the house
In the falling light, the old grandmother
Sits in the kitchen with the child
Sitting beside the wood...
Thank you for all the times I took for granted. The times where we sat in our 135 year old house and watched anything educational on your...