There's this blue bird
That looks absurd
There's this green plants
That stayed for months
There's this trashes
That would be ashes
Just like the bird,
His eyes are strangely blue
Just like the plants,
His love was evergreen
Just like the ashes,
His feelings turned to dust
YOU ARE READING
POM POEMS
PoesíaFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
