Sleep
On the coldest nights,
I feel most alive.
Fog obscures your face,
You leave no trace.
A blizzard is the cruelest oblivion,
I feel at peace.
There goes the time,
I can't even tell
trapped in this bubble
of my own making.
Sleep
On the coldest nights,
I feel most alive.
Fog obscures your face,
You leave no trace.
A blizzard is the cruelest oblivion,
I feel at peace.
There goes the time,
I can't even tell
trapped in this bubble
of my own making.
Autumn leaves
A small breeze
Knocking down golden brown
Crunchy autumn leaves
A small hut in the distance
Whirling smoke from its stack
I feel its warmth
It comforts me
A crackling fire
Like the sound beneath my feet
The Sea’s Serenade
The sea sings a melody,
A serenade of waves and breeze,
It whispers secrets to the shore,
A symphony that never leaves.
The ocean's vastness, deep and true,
A wonder we’ll never know.
But in its depths, we see its beauty,
Of life’s ebb and flow