Query for a spring morning...

Anzel's picture
A lakeside view of lakes unknown
Sunken deep into the silt
For the lavender, I roam
Only see the flowers wilt


Who am I to query so?
Where have spiders but to go?
Where's deceit? Where's the lies?
Where's the wings with owls' eyes?


Footsteps hardened by the soil
Trampled by a thousand toils
Still the same in spot and place
Why no wrinkles on her face?


The Gods grow weary, time grows cold
And fall and spring are soft and old
Did the flo'ers get sick of lies?...
Or are they cloaked before thine eyes?


In the spirit world...
Anzel sees fields of flo'ers roll...
Fenqua's picture

Anzel... o: To pray is to

Anzel... o:


To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul


To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Anzel's picture

? *was bored and hadn't

?

*was bored and hadn't written a poem in a while, so she decided to attack tef* x3;;

Beautiful as always :3 Quite

Beautiful as always :3 Quite intriguing, really.

-- Dannii <3

Sententia - Where Fantasy And Reality Merge
Hubalaboo's picture

Hi Zelly. Very nice. I

Hi Zelly. Smiling Very nice. I think this might be one of my most favorite of all your poems... <33
I finally got around to joining dA, by the way. xD

TACKLESPAMS YOU WITH LOFF

TACKLESPAMS YOU WITH LOFF
just gotta stay hip to my jive.