Pictures…
Of sunsets on the dawn,
Birds serenading the moon,
Wind sweeping the stars,
Of liquid blue ice,
Of footprints on water
Sketches on the mind canvas…
Words…
That are tripping down a sound
Forsaken by Father Time,
Or drifting above the sand
Frozen in white light,
Like handprints on the wind…
With random thought,
And manipulated words…
The pictures of poetry are written!
Samantha Braum
- Mantha