I am brown Like the earth beneath our feet, I am grounded, Proud of my family and heritage cofounded By the people who lived here before Christopher “found” it;
By Fernando Moguel5 years ago in Poets
A golden disc makes its way under the fading scarlet, Above the jagged edges of the shadow giants, While down below winding veins flow their way through the darkness,
When our universe burst into existence, Evolution had not invented the eye yet, So yellow and blue were merely wavelengths
