Im bored, so Im going to write a poem. A rumble from a high fills my ears with dreams of countries far and exotic climb of fire and cold. Taste is given to my thoughts and my own rumble drives me to descend those to my destination. I will be fulfilled. Though I am vacant. I will soon be occupied with natures fruit and seed. This is how the circle encircled the globe. Occupied, i climb to my own garden and lie there and mirage my own own illumination. Wilted now but but soon phoenix.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 06:02:39 +0000