Balle Poems - Poems about Balle

...it's as light as snow, the steep hill when the sun rises must not move a finger, obedient child, the earth wears its white feathery garment, putrefied by the wet tears, no need to raise up my e......Read the rest...

...In My Dream I could twirl around, Climb the highest mound, As a setting sun would show, No one would ever know, About a pretty silhouette, Doing the perfect pirouette, Behind her as the sum ......Read the rest...