With azure eyes,
Lips asunder,
Cloying scent,
But still yet,
Which way does thou seek?
The speckled midday sun,
Meadows and hilly fields,
Lushy grass,
Of nature's banquet we share,
The nocturnal conversation unending,
Which way does thou seek ?
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
