The color of wind
I can’t seemingly find
That which is a bird
Floating in my mind
The flow of a river
Where waters run deep
Up the banks of thought
Those waters slowly creep
The rush of the grass
So softly now
Come across memories
Without a sound
Until the flames of the sun
Burns everything away
But in the process
Lets us start…
Over
And over
And over
Again.
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Anonymous Poems
PoetryAnd by "anonymous" I mean a collection of seemingly unrelated poetry gathered in one place. These are all written by me. Vote if you like it; comment if you have a request. If it just brought you clarity or a peace of mind and you want to say thanks...
