Category: Writers Block
She walks among the shadows, she here's your calls.
But you wouldn't see her-- you wouldn't love her at all.
the opidimy of love, and the bringer of hate.
She'll make you joyful, she'll make you irate.
Past the vale of certainty and strength, lies her chains of grate length.
Shrouded by clouds, and yielded by pain.
So on she travels among these desolate plains. Long has spring past, for hatred and fear are indeed quite vast.
Yet on the surface, and known to light.
Lies her false hopes, and jovial flight.
For the girl you see, dancing among the leaves is many things at once, for it is me.
Waves of laughter, gales of love.
but soon these thoughts, flew away on the wings of a dove.
Hi
That was a beautiful poem. It really drew me in.