Poems from theonethatothersdontknow
the way its raining, the way its falling
trees swaying, and branches dancing.
night falling, day at end,
the moonlights begin.
sunrise...
weightless, imbalanced, tolerable.
the tedious length of time, sensely immeasurable.
he don't know what happened to him?
why he felt a...
a lamb in a turmoil, burning grass and hopes,
in a field of burden, beneath the golden throne,
fluffy feathers, shiny skin,
innocent so...
now i wonder where?
the circumstances meet its plane?
to fly me everywhere,
into things i don't want to spare.
i also wonder when?...