Hi folks ❤
Today here is just another poem. Enjoy 🙂
I am standing by the window
Looking at early morning’s face.
And I see it.
Birds flying over it’s rise, not knowing for fire in it’s eyes.
But I see it.
I am walking on the road
Listening to the moaning of the storm’s face.
And I hear it.
Peaceful teardrops of the sky falling on my face not knowing for thunder upon.
But I hear it.
I am singing in the dying day
And I feel it.
And I am singing, singing a song of love and peace.
It’s a bit of weird, I know.