I think poetry and music are the same. |
Ive painted a picture
With songs and lullabies...
Along with the ink
That drips within my fingers...
Falling
A dance in the air...
Your Eyes
Like sparkling stars...
A sweep
of screaming winds...
Twilight dip,
the aged pine...
By the moon dappled water
her smile...
A sketch of light
draws me a captive...
Stirring moonbeams off the lake,
The moon utters a woeful cry...
Where is wisdom?
In the arms of destinys embrace...
You are summoned to the court. For trespasing my dreams, robbing my feeling. If guilty..how do u plead? |