Poems from gracefree5
I drove today,
on a long mountain road.
When dusk curled its fingers around the sky
I turned on my headlights
and all I could see was the...
You smear swirls of color with time
on a canvas blank
with the white of new life
and empty spaces to fill and find.
M: The snow on the twin peaks is starting to melt.
O: There is a hill so perfectly round, God must exist.
U: Once you go into that valley,...
I love the people
who can destroy their own art
Especially the ones that burn it.
Me?
I get too attached to the things I create
but I...
I once heard a story
about a man
who discovered the beauty of the world
in nature
and he was never seen again.