Sun licked grass tickles my toes
And its my time.
Time to be free in the sky
Time to knit the world into my own pattern
To discover the dips and turns in my skin
To become the wonder I am
I'm neither heaven nor hell
YOU ARE READING
Gold Tipped Wings, Tar Covered Toes
PoetryThis is a poetry bundle of some light, beautiful poems and some dark, haunting poems all mashed into one place. Hope you like them. Not sure if you will but i do.
