Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
Excellent imagery. Reminds me of young love. 🙂
Thank you. Young love, yes. That’s a feeling I could hold onto forever!
Absolutely. 🙂
Oh, happy. The world is bright and filled with light when there is a post from you. Divine!! 🔆
That’s far too generous and kind, but thanks! 🙂
Well I don’t think it is (too…)! :)) Love your poetry. It’s among my very favourite few. 💛
Oh, thanks again! 🙂
Goodbyes move our stars and everything with it.. Nicely expressed
You’re absolutely correct. Thanks for leaving some words!