She loved the stars.
They woke her up every night.
And so they danced with the potatoes,
they never cared.
they dances with the moon
and dancing with the shooting stars
as it twinkles through the night
like fireflies
as they cross their path
with their horizons meets with glad
Not until the sun rises
With no doubt
the stars that wake her up
was lost and gone
now she's lost with the potatoes
dancing and smiling
like a potato
and then crying through wilderness
and calling the stars to come back
come back ....
YOU ARE READING
Souls
PoetryAs the stars look down They can see us on the ground With the moons different mood And the suns chaostic tune Life would be Like a fire We can see the fire We can feel the heat But we can't see it
