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A Blind Man's Dream
Posted 10 years agoThe blinding white of snow,
The violets & blues of spring,
The bright yellow of summer,
And the gentle orange of fall.
A blind man's dream, this is.
For when he wakes,
All is gone;
All is dark.
A poem by Syan Wolfe
The violets & blues of spring,
The bright yellow of summer,
And the gentle orange of fall.
A blind man's dream, this is.
For when he wakes,
All is gone;
All is dark.
A poem by Syan Wolfe
A Midnight's Rain
Posted 10 years agoThe moon,
shining brighter than the sun.
The raindrops slowly falling,
bouncing off my skin
and the leaves.
Our feet move to the music
of the rain;
A ballad.
A ballad at midnight.
Time stands still;
An eternity of love.
a poem by Syan Wolfe
shining brighter than the sun.
The raindrops slowly falling,
bouncing off my skin
and the leaves.
Our feet move to the music
of the rain;
A ballad.
A ballad at midnight.
Time stands still;
An eternity of love.
a poem by Syan Wolfe
Who am I?
Posted 10 years agoWho am I?
A shadow in the night,
or an angel in the sun?
Will I help all the people,
or let them perish?
Do I do what I want,
or what I need?
Am I the kid in the front row,
or the back?
Who am I to decide what I am?
I am what I have become,
and I am grateful for it.
Yet still...
Who am I?
A poem by Syan Wolfe
A shadow in the night,
or an angel in the sun?
Will I help all the people,
or let them perish?
Do I do what I want,
or what I need?
Am I the kid in the front row,
or the back?
Who am I to decide what I am?
I am what I have become,
and I am grateful for it.
Yet still...
Who am I?
A poem by Syan Wolfe
