These are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
The hills are alive with light As we fly there with all our might
The sky is covered with soft wine That slips through fingers of mine
The daylight eats the light fog My wings feel like a heavy log
We climb up the hill at night Knowing we are not completely right
Liquid drips down my heavy brow Calling out for a refreshing vow
Live is an endless climb Of trying to make a rhyme
A live sketch!
Oups ! Cette image n'est pas conforme à nos directives de contenu. Afin de continuer la publication, veuillez la retirer ou télécharger une autre image.
