A moon to glaze earth's surface in silver,
A sun to drench it in gold.
A lost soul on a meadow, watching a chariot pass by.
Running away with stray clouds
Over a firmament of lonely stars.
YOU ARE READING
Snippets of a mind
PoetryA glimpse into my mind. A dump for my writers block. A safe space for my creativity. A little challenge for each day, A step closer to having a routine.
