When the days get old
And the nights get cold
The trees will scream
And the stars will cry
When you look at the sky
The clouds will bleed
For you and for me
The flowers will leave
Standing alone
In a depth of their own
Windows will crack
And the sun will go black
Then everything will be
In peace
YOU ARE READING
the art of expressing opinions
PoetryIt's my metaphorical mind in a chaos whirlwind of words, thoughts, emotions and actions. Can you find the deep in the water, or will you drown in the shallows?
