Old Bones
As my bones old give away
My own spirits flies high,
It's sweet rhythms is gone today
Onto the emerald grass I lay
My children will began to cry
As my old bones give away
The illusion, eyes astray
Into the void of good-bye
It's sweet rhythms is gone today
So threating evil they say
Heaven sky am I?
As my old bones give away.
As gesture performance ballet's
off to the balcony to fly
its sweet rhythms is gone today
It pushed your mind to stay
Observe my ghost awhile
As my old bones give away
It's sweet rhythms is gone today
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
