Beams of colors light up the grey sky
I can see the beautiful bea and birds fly
Aged leaves fall from tress up high,
Nimble branches sway, then slowly sigh
Adroable buffterfly blushes with shy
Cold breeze kiss my cheek by
Tears fallen from green grass cry
On the mud which was dry,
Voilent between arachnid die,
And it bare the food with a try,
Everything I see through my eye
But deep in me is so silent wonder why
2 comments:
Nice one
Keep going
Good one with nice rhymng.. :)
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