Anonymous / Poem
Grits and the spirit in it
A lot of smiles questioned today
Withholding a name,
Love in the times of enchanting folklore
Answer came floating in slowly
Still it made sense dipped in silence
Its more about their sky over the woods
Never about the sea under any vessel !
She flew towards the sky
Brooding woods still have him
With a few glances at eachother,
Boundless they live, and their names.