Comments about areion antoine
I Dont Know What To Name This Poem
A soft cry in the night the tears are so heavy and u cant bear it it makes you crazy you wish you could some how tare it tare it from the path that once laying on the ground make it come up as if it were a piece of cotton uprooted but flourishing away never touching the ground
The sounds of the fire pricking in the night what was bright now seems dark the cries of a child, when her world is down the fire clinches the wood turning the wood for brown to smothering gray with black ashes that fill the day(thats the feeling that she gets.) ...