freezing fire
Burning turf
Burning shed
Winter comes
Freezing.
Dead.
The vine picker
Over Under
Up Down
The vine picker goes
Picking fruit for his master, the vine picker goes
about his work, he goes
Over Under
Up Down
The Vine Picker goes
Sunset in France
White sea
Blue sea
Red sky
Orange sky
Blue sky
Black tree siloute
doted against the blue
red, orange, blue, black
moon siloute
half of full
half of empty
All gone
wine bottle, engagement ring.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Think about it
PoesíaIt makes absolutely no sense. It isn't a story, It has no plot. Its a poem, its a thought its a short story or a scene. It could be anything.
