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What do you think of my poem?
Clear day:
I sit under the sun A small piece of a puzzle The blue sky paints the horizon Where dreams can stay asleep
It is here, where dreams I dreamt Dance steadily in rythem Pirrouetting more desire They claim a star, always to burn in my own
But yet I am at a loss For my dreams more deeply burn And on this clear, clear day They might burn so deep they shant return.
I like the last bit the best, but that is a good poem
pretty damn good