Poems from mschubert2013
The trees are tall and still.
Their leaves drop in the fall, soundless and soft.
Then, winter comes again.
The crash developed
At the darkest part of night.
Parents slid into death.
Nothing was left
For them to do.
No one to take them;
A house...
As the sunrise creeps over the horizon,
Its colors are like a box of crayons.
The sunrise peeks up and then shows its head,
As the sun...
Blackness besieged me;
Everything went ashen and cloud-like;
As if surrounded
By a layer of a gray cats’ fur.
It seemed like rays of light...