I wish my wings would
Fly quieter.
The world is simply blurred.
Only green trees and
Green grass and
Green windows where kids sleep
Your wings and the air
Hurt my ears.
I wish only for pink clouds and
Pink roses and
Pink cheeks where I sleep
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Şiirim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
