Poems from jessholley
Across the icy terrain,
Slithers a wandering road,
Where frosty mountains conceal the dark path,
And steathly cars precarioualy take its...
Like a breath of fresh air,
She brings the noisy flowers
And busy bees of spring.
Then she brings days as hot as the sun
and nights...
Dreadfully scared and confused
they are crammed with other hopless ones
awaiting their hopeless fate.
The closest thing they have to a...