Voyages
I feel like a tumbling kite
I don't know where to hid
I have neon colours
to paint five o clock shadow
The Pontiff has paid my full fare
Im voyaging down South
I need to afford my back
for the weary strings of yesteryear
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.
