our worlds are small
so small
like tiny a sand particle
in the galaxy
humans, we,
shed tears and fight
amongst each other
throw poison around
like rain droplets falling on the mud
we don't realise
sand particles together cause
sand dunes
that blinds everything
eyes so red that tears fall
we make the feet fall that step on us
if we hold on
YOU ARE READING
the flavour of air
Поэзияi fell into the beauty of the most dangerous weapons; words
