Poems from arlinchoat
The River runs downthrough the Valley of Life.It twists and turns,to avoid the strife.A few Rocks are throwninto the River haphazardly,...
The Light,It streams through the Trees.in long and glistening rays,It glows and beams.But with every Light,There is a Shadow,That swallows...
The Leaves, they fall,from their golden home,down to the earth below.The Winds, they blow,and whisper to allof those who wish to knowwhy...
You may or may not know,
that every choice you make,
may or may not grow,
into something real or fake.
But everywhere you look,
you see...