The lights of the city
are so bright
There came a sound
and all was loud
-- the busy crowd
I feel, I see, I hear
The sonorous sounds
made by the lights
Why am I sad?
It was a blast
It was so bright
It was orange
Fire and blood and scream
But all a dream!
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoetryWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
