A Clear, Soft Cloud
What am I? I am a clear, soft cloud Spirited, vivacious, dancing, twinkling, Full of calm, watery, reflective, Unique, of a color that does not exist, weirdly s...
Category: Poetry
The Stolen Jewel
On the top of the hill, the tall, cold tree, Stands proudly, icily, bitterly; Thin and sharp, cracked and burled, Locked, like a prisoner, in a black world. The...