This evening is clear, the moon is full and the stars are scant Nobody will at any point specify that the downpour was so weighty last evening
By jou3 years ago in Poets
Joy is your void The aggravation causes you to feel like you're there You turn your hard thistles toward the individuals who love you
Turning over this one The distress of the past sonnet transforms into lotus leaves Sprouting on the paper, doused with
Your heart is like steel The intensity of the equator can't disintegrate A fountain of liquid magma not far away, dim magma
Road trees, Ferris wheels, bridges in the city also, the red eyes out and about at night A ton of tension and trust Many dreams
