It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
I have lived six months among the Unspoken, with hooded robes and shaved crowns. They go about their lives in absolute silence, quietly toiling amongst mountain peaks.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Poets
