Where have all the children gone.
The ones who play on the swings.
The ones who tattle.
The ones who laugh, at nothing.
Where have all the children gone.
Yesterday they were dancing.
Blowing bubbles on the streets.
Waiting, for the truck with the ice cream.
Where have all the children gone
Gone.
As how a bird leaves it's nest.
We hope that they haven't disappeared.
That they are just playing a game.
Where have all the children gone.
Those of us who are left behind, wander aimlessly.
Like children left in shopping malls.
Where have all the children gone?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Blank spaces.
PoesíaA blank canvas is all you need. My name is Jessica and this is my book blank spaces. Filled with things that are currently happening right now. Some may be translated, into a language you don't understand. That's the beauty behind it. Let the poems...
