Again
watch me change.
Riding a blue horse west
along the 94 corridor
the indecision
begs more questions than answers
will provide
I begin to wonder if
we are ever really true
to ourselves
Lying to our souls
In Love
and hate
tears and smiles.
Dreams,
yes the dreams remain just
past the line of sturdy oak
found
in the fields of lavender and hope
A good and awesome poem about the human thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Cee Bea, a very nice little poem, loved the ending. Loyd