Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
the crazy man
Poetry is
Like the cool autumn wind
It can go anywhere and everywhere
Poetry is
The chocolate on a cold sundae
Or like a yellow sun in the sky.
Poetry is
Like a beating heart as it go
Boom boom boom in your chest.
Poetry is
Like a beautiful, big , bright sky
Or like a singing blue bird in the tree.
Poetry is
what let the crazy man clear his mind
when he was out and about above the rest.