Poems of Silverinna Annastasia
|4.||If You Could Change It (Would You Change It?)||5/21/2012|
|6.||My Fantastic Friend||2/5/2012|
|10.||The Con Artist||3/31/2012|
Standing on a hill, watching the sun burn a brilliant gold.
The wonders never told.
She feels the suns rays on her fair cheeks and she smiles.
She came from far away to be here, she travelled miles.
And here she is, watching the Earth fall asleep once more.
She sat silently and cotently on the grasses floor.
Even in the summer, everything is warmer.
'Mama! ' a little girl cries, her precious daughter.
She turns and sees the golden rays have turned her daughters brown hair to a reddish au