She sits down and reads
From her favorite book
An adventure is what she took
A sun setting, mountain side
And a lone park bench
With a tall tree behind
The characters stay there
For a peaceful revenue
And watch the stars twinkle in the vast, deep blue
They hear a wolf's howl
Stretch out to the moon
And a small crack of wood, echoing doom
They set off again as the chapter ends
Heading into a valley wide
With wounds hard to hide
She keeps reading till she goes weak
And that when the power of sleep
Took over her mad adventures.
YOU ARE READING
The Place Called Tomorrow-COMPLETED
PoetryCollection of poems by me. Random poems to be exact.
