Poems from christina443
I saw a Cardigan Bay slicing
through line Route 33.
The golden mirage
sizzling and vibrating above the
asphalt black.
Artificial...
He was my source of inspiration and hope.Have faith my young one.You'll wake up one night, panting and gasping for breath.Eyes wide wide...
When the bells have rung once twice thrice,
All was silent,
And only my heart sounded for each second by.
Chicken peas
Purple weeds
Everyone feeds
On Limping beans
Now is the time for a hundred indecisions
Time for you
And time for me
To prepare the face we will meet
We sit back in silence watching...