where the tiny plants sleep
realize the colour of darkness
the quietness of pitch dark
reigns the stubborn silence
you stand as extinct
the gusty wind blows;
you realize as 'zero'...nice scratch.
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
where the tiny plants sleep realize the colour of darkness the quietness of pitch dark reigns the stubborn silence you stand as extinct the gusty wind blows; you realize as 'zero'...nice scratch.