I sat there thinking all the time
A wayward mind, a lonesome rhyme.
A little boy with endless thoughts
A wayward mind, not easily sought.
Slow moving clouds, a joyless sight
A wayward mind, a free-flown kite.
Light breeze ruffling my meaningless time
Lost in thoughts, a lonesome rhyme.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
