Little dot is me
In the endless sky
Above the green valley
And below the clouds
Speeding through like a swallow
And whispering like a willow
Little dot is me
In the vast universe
Below and above the stars
I shall be
And that little dot is me
YOU ARE READING
Cold Hands, Cold Heart
ŞiirSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
