Such wonders-- our sky..
Prairies filled with more than just a star,
I wonder if you are the guy...
The one that makes my heart travel afar...
From the endless void,
Until the voidless end,
Never will you be destroyed.
Hence these roses that I send,
You prayed to never get one,
Instead, you receive eight.
You stand out against those in the sun,
To describe you, is more than just "great".
From the sun to the moon,
Surely, it isn't just fire.
I hope that you respond soon,
From your secret admirer.
YOU ARE READING
Monems from the Stem
PoetryAi'ght, Monems occurs when Montana creates poems (hey this rhymes, let's create lines out of it and call it poetry). They arise from the stem known as the mind, sometimes from petals; the heart, and other times from pollen; the soul. I'll start the...
