Little untitled poem
by Xenny
Posted: Sunday, November 6, 2005 Word Count: 49 |
And there are those warm evenings
as the sky dispenses with the sun
and glows deeply with its own ocean-bottom blue
when he lets himself look up
nostalgia pricking his eyes
spinning again with the
sense that something incredible
could happen
if only he knew how to make it
as the sky dispenses with the sun
and glows deeply with its own ocean-bottom blue
when he lets himself look up
nostalgia pricking his eyes
spinning again with the
sense that something incredible
could happen
if only he knew how to make it