Posted August 27, 201312 yr I found this old poem while going through my notebooks today^^ The sun is slowly swallowed by the hungry horizon, Sinking, leaving the earth covered with a blanket of darkness. Stars burn holes in the thin stretched fabric, spreading a dim light over the dark land.
August 27, 201312 yr Fool. I understand the metaphor. I too believe that brownies are best eaten on Fridays.
August 27, 201312 yr I found this old poem while going through my notebooks today^^ The sun is slowly swallowed by the hungry horizon, Sinking, leaving the earth covered with a blanket of darkness. Stars burn holes in the thin stretched fabric, spreading a dim light over the dark land. Sounds like... Roxas-esq. I like it.
August 27, 201312 yr Author Fool. I understand the metaphor. I too believe that brownies are best eaten on Fridays. haha glad you understand
I found this old poem while going through my notebooks today^^
The sun is slowly swallowed by the hungry horizon,
Sinking, leaving the earth covered with a blanket of darkness.
Stars burn holes in the thin stretched fabric,
spreading a dim light over the dark land.