Poems from rebecca.medina.127
It's like the silent sunset:
Colors beautiful
Yet still sorrowful
And standing at the gravestone of the dead
I wonder how’s the sadness ever filled
The pain that echoes through the heart and head
And gone...
When I open my eyes
The first thing I see
Is a wall.
The number of sighs
I give while I lie
Does not affect it at all.
So if I could break...
There was once
A red leaf
That fell from
A great big tree.
It blew through the wind
And traveled far across the sky
Until the red leaf...