Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Maniac with blue eyes

Ground moves when you realise
How small they do think

They want to gather the sand
But I want to unite the land

They don't know what's above head
They are busy in making bread

Once I told them what is in the sky
And I became maniac with blue eyes

3 comments:

Moonman

Always buzzing your poem and your song I don't miss you,I hope it's​ not wrong I know l disappeared without a trace ...