The peaceful wind quietly guides the pink roses in a dance
While the white bunnies prance
Under the warm yellow sun.
All is fun.
All is fine
And no one would whine
But there comes a time
When darkness chimes.
A grey atmosphere
Comes shadowing over there-
The place
Where there was a friendly race.
The grey consumes the sun
And away everyone runs
But they know not where to go.
All they can do is hope for a rainbow.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Poetry 2014
PoesiaThis is my collection of poems that I wrote in 2014. Basically, when ever inspiration striked I wrote a poem. It could have been something about that was life changing, or it may have simply been the way the sky looked as the sun went down.
