Today I’m excited to share with you a poem I wrote called, “Eternity.”
I wrote the first two sentences the day before yesterday, but the rest I wrote today.
I hope you like this poem!
Rose petals kissed by moonlight,
ripped from their stems by Thunder.
Red as blood,
wet with the tears of the Unicorn.
The nightingale weaves them into her nest,
singing the songs of the Lost.
Eternity carves the names of heroes in stone,
but history forgets the moments that only dreams remember.
Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!
“The whole world opened to me when I learned to read.” -Mary McLeod Bethune