We r on the wheels
one is okay
one is torned
one is under
one is over
How to move on?
How much clever we r?
She sold
all her gold
She bought
Something stupid to hold
Colorful ribbons r flowing down her hairs
Inside her itches her own ashes
light and cold
He put some new strings on
And doubts his own moods
No hype in his dreams
Fridge is full of rotten foods
He is broke
The last stroke
Is distorted and taken
1
He is like yards of chiffon,
will grab you softly.
And will be blown with your mind.
2
A baby pink chiffon, around her neck
Do you know why?
Do you know what does it hide?
3
During the darkest part of night,
a chiffon scarf is airing down from hight.
Nobody saw it but a dog at site.
Forever I Nurtured a Mysterious Bird Forever I nurtured a mysterious bird, which never discloses its identity. For this grief, my eyes ...
