|
Post by ladytera on Oct 28, 2008 3:39:47 GMT -5
These are not tears in my eyes, But the multitude of shooting stars, Which they have caught and held, Now slipping from my grasp. But, never fear, for there shall always be the stars, And all things must fall from their heights, To the grasp of man. And someday, there will be no more stars to cry, For the hold of a child becomes stronger, With time.
LT
These are some old poems I wrote many years gone by. I don't do much poetry these days, but I'll be posting some of the ones I still like now that I've grown up.
|
|