A Vision
Cloud of dreams, rushing past, here spun
Clocks tick, time running out, soaring
In hot enclosure of the sun
Sitting in a chair, reclining
My soul enjoying the vision
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
