This was supposed to be a happy poem By Princess Berry Golden rope, always ready to hang the birds. The beach sand, green. Can waves be dry?
The grasses creased, The branches, just bones. Write a timeline of the speckled constellations, But the sky‘s a blur.
Loneliness can walk. (Alonetogether) Lonely, you smile, And choked in the end. Name your questions: ―Is the world alone too?‖
Just Sing. Sing to photos, Just Wish, (gently), to be the high, you used to be. 23