Poems from alpharock
The wind whistles through the grass,
dancing with the memories of those who have
passed.
The brances hit one another,
like a xylophone,...
"You massage the universe's spine,
the way you twirl through time,
and leave shadows on the sun..."
You hug teh heavens close
to your...
The doctor calls,
Mom yells at me to stop whispering,
Stop breathing.
The dust try franticly,
to stop mid fall,
stop making noise.
The...
The birds chirp,
Their wings outstretched,
The blue of their feathers echoing the river.
Their songs reverberate from their throats,...
Spring is coming,
The trees groan as they awake,
Their budding leaves stretchign out.
Summer is coming,
The animals chirp,
Their voice...