Comforted, by the breeze, under the moon. Somehow, the calm summer night brings me back. Fall leaves, like jackets on trees, will come soon.
By Sarah's5 years ago in Poets
Maybe, I’m clever enough to make something last forever. Maybe, I don't want to get better. You’re free. So beautiful next to me.
A pink lotus grows in muddy water and tells us to stick around. I think my life might get harder but it’s worth it now to hold my ground.
