

Goldenrod Skiesi dream of us getting lost, in the field overgrown with wildflowers. each a brilliant, shining, golden gleam that reflected off your eyes, and made me think of endless skies and the touch of your lips to mine.Goldenrod Skies
a never ending dream, the fractured fairytale of us: that got us lost in each others arms for hours until all our breath was each others names, and the wistless wind carried them for miles and miles.
and the only witness to our sometimes sins was the sun and cloudy stars above. our heads, pillowed on the earthy dampness th


PoetryWhy must poetry Be beautiful? Be sad? Be deep?Poetry
Must it always Have morals For one To reap?
We search for hidden meaning In each line of poetry In each word of poetry As if it were treasure Hidden by the pirates of literature For us to seek out And claim for our own.
We look to poetry As a source of beauty As we look towards a flower Standing tall, petals tipped open As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky, Colours gleaming in the light For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
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