Three pigeons walking
In the afternoon talking about
What's next meal is going to be
News paper man who so was a boy,
Nowadays not much people reads the news
Only a few, when shaped televisions like boxes
Talk and rectangle phones knows our soul inside out, what's it's going to be tomorrow.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
