Skies, far from the ground
So high, it remains proud
Stars, which can be seen
Inevitably, I am reaching
Sun, always been rising
Soon, it would also be falling
Moon, that could make us feel gloom
Looping the night,
The breeze completely cooling uptight
Stooping down on us,
Making them notice us
YOU ARE READING
Erraticness
PoetryPoems. Random words put up. Unsaid thoughts. Hidden stories. Just them, us, and me. --- "Erraticness" By: euphoricskepticism Started: August 11, 2015 - April 2, 2018 #924 in Poetry - 062417-102517 #644 in Poems - 112023
