johnnywat
Empty, Cold, All alone, Tired, Lost, Far from home, Fresh, Crisp, Free to roam, Seasoned, Discovering, The great unknown.
When the suns beauty glows, and yet you are still cold, and the frost bitten wind nips at your nose, when the earths frozen floor tickles your toes, like the pure white snowflakes that cling to the roads, when the suns golden rays glitter i…
A child's hair blows in the breeze, while a bluebirds song sings in the trees, with golden hair and skin so fair, the child swings through the air, while the bluebird brings a note to bare, and the child swings without a care, near the blue…
The autumn leaves run like madmen, in every direction, up the hills and through the fields, like fearless warriors they push on, the trees stand tall and firm, like magnificent towers in their path, untouched by the wind, they mimic it's si…
The rain whispers in my head, fall asleep go to bed, I close my eyes and try to rest, but in my dreams I must confess, the rain resembles crystal tears, and as the clouds wait to clear, from close to far all I hear, is nothing nothing sleep…