Grass wet with dew,
Clouds roll over the lambent moon
A sky luminous with stars,
Fresh tears wept cool,
Along with childish dreams
Visions of the future,
Brings one to a loss of words
Dreams grow anew,
The wind sings a calming tune;
Perfect tears to a new beginning,
Renewed.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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