A pretty girl , watching the sky
wondering how the birds fly,
she looked it with enthralled
she hope to fly once like that,
She slide her windows down,
as the birds dissappered.
She left a quick sigh,
hoping to fly once like that .
She crave , if she had wings
closed her eyes and keen,
daydreaming all those views,
hoping to fly once like that.
She turned her wheelchair,
roll it down near the desk,
took out her pen and book,
write down, she is still sick.
- ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
YOU ARE READING
Loud Scream !
Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
