it's hard to leave
the snow-covered trees
and views of distant mountains,
the sparkling seas of snow
and the adrenaline of speed,
the scratchy sound of skies
sailing across the slopes
it's hard to leave
but this is not where i belong.
so, i say au revoir
to the pine trees as i drive away
i'll be back again soon.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
