A tired day comes with a downfall skies,
I realized how running is a pain,
Hard beat love while I close my eyes,
I missed of dancing in the rain.
Ringing silence would earn flood,
A wave that I forever craved for,
Limpid-cold drop flowing mud,
Watching on a drowning vapor.
Really I'm muted by the sound of a fountain,
Reminds me of my dry bed,
Being smooth is a present from heaven,
Always falling for you to play dead.
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TURTLES
PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
