Lexi

She sat in her realm of sunlight,She watched the swallows swoop,She wished that she could fly with themAcross the bugandy all his years of searching,For never had he foundThe right ...

I think this one kind of looses its touch after the sixth or seventh stanzas so if you have any tips then PLEASE help!!BTW you can check out my blog ...

This poem is a bit weird, but i was sitting in our new car by a REALLY busy road at sunset, the sun was flowing over all the rooftops around ...

i wrote this one while siting by a REALLY busy road at about 7:30, when the sun was going down, all of the rooftops i could see were painted golden ...

The clouds were shifty on the day we left; they were twisting and diving, forming pictures that charged and sieged before dashing themselves against the silloettes of the mountains etched ...