Martas poems:

Half a moon on a darkened sky filled with the promise of rain like half a soul searching for a way to hide its pain Half a thought lurking in my mind as I am made aware of the inconsequence of time. Walking among budding flowers I seem to not care about the opinion of others allowing feelings to show on my face when the turning world accelerates its pace and I discover I can't keep up So go, pass me running towards what you not yet know perpetuate this crazy race, I will always be a few steps... Sign in to see full entry.