My skin is made of smoke
Floating among an abyss of stars
Falling from trees with hues of crimson and maroon,
white rays reflected in glittering
Waves, a sea of unknown tranquility.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My skin is made of smoke
Floating among an abyss of stars
Falling from trees with hues of crimson and maroon,
white rays reflected in glittering
Waves, a sea of unknown tranquility.