Poems from moderategatsby
i have visited again
the place where i grew up
i can taste the meals she makes
and feel the love she gives us all
the scent of freshly...
light softly reflects
off of the pond
wind whistles through
leaves and grass
time has stopped
leaves begin to
fall and blow
quickly...
I am like a notebook
with blank pages of uncertainty
and past mistakes never completely erased.
The spiraled edge will break with too much...