Poems from mdressman
The sun rolls down the crested hill,
The light, it follows after.
The clouds drift by as sandy dunes,
The sky, it echoes laughter
Of days...
Yellow is the sun
Shining bright and true.
Yellow is the color
That makes up a palette brew.
Yellow can be hot
Like the sun shining bright...
Magical, powerful makes me feel different,
And at the same time timid and miniscule.
Like the sea in the morning right at dawn,
Or when it’...
A battle scene,
A terrible war.
Does this seem familiar?
Has it happened before?
In the midst of the battle,
Both sides losing ground;
At...