Grass is green
It turns yellow in the winter
But don't worry
It's just sleeping
YOU ARE READING
To Nowhere
Poetry|| a book of poems || This is a twisting, turning oblivion of madness. This is watching the sun touch the horizon and wishing for your hopes and dreams to appear among the stars. This is the road to nowhere.
25 // Grass
Grass is green
It turns yellow in the winter
But don't worry
It's just sleeping
