Perennial

There's a deeper shade of green in my eyes...

Tell me a story
The one where you're free to
Dance
In the rain
And tears fall like pebbles
So little and white and clean
Where trees grow up like
Arms
My only real friends
They live before me and after me
Watching me grow
Lifting me higher
When I fall
Tell me that story again
And I won't cry this time

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.

Reviews

[Chris]

I liked the emotional draw and the way you developed the thoughts to flow.

[Wild Willow Blue]

Thank you, Chris. I am pleased you enjoyed it.

[A. Amos]

This is beautiful and lovely write, many will relate with your work

[Wild Willow Blue]

Thank you, A. Amos! I am very happy knowing you enjoyed your read!

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[B-poet]

I liked vocal & creative depth you've shared here. Reminds me of a special place where we all love to witness & experience lasting images of a temporary yet favorable life. Great work Wild Willow Blue. An interesting read. :)

[Wild Willow Blue]

Thank you, Bpoet! I am so very happy that you enjoyed it! It is about a special place.