Poems from sydneyalanna
A darkened heart meets one still white.
Pious pride leaves you overcome,
With the sense of feeling
Not price of deed.
Each piece is revenge...
I may as well scratch a line maybe two,
Of these words filled with the power to soothe
The most ubiquitous storm in any place
Or to provoke...
Graced by pen in hand and mobility of body,
Soul seekers stretch limits into endless skies.
Solid lines mark a writers' striking presense,...
Laying down brick by boring brick,
Walking step by lonely step,
The lies have been cemented in thick,
The foundation appears to stand...
Permanently etched into my mind,
An arabesque portrait of once a perfect time.
Like pen on paper, easily on over you glide.
Floating steps...