Thoughts
by Adam
Posted: Saturday, October 4, 2003 Word Count: 47 |
Waves as brittle as glass
Pierce the water's surface
And shine in the sun.
They are mirrors to my eyes:
Sharp shards glistening
In the glaring sun.
I am blind, deaf and dumb.
But these white horses
Gallop dark waters
And leave hoof prints in the sun.
Pierce the water's surface
And shine in the sun.
They are mirrors to my eyes:
Sharp shards glistening
In the glaring sun.
I am blind, deaf and dumb.
But these white horses
Gallop dark waters
And leave hoof prints in the sun.