As streaks of meteor shower falls down your crown,
Vast fields of wheat neatly windblown hid your frown.
Down the fields, woven fabric twirled and crossed,
Flowing water like rivers connecting o'er ocean floors.
YOU ARE READING
Tell Me I'm Not Crazy
PoetryTo the one who made me tingle my skin with such excitement, who made me feel like a rocket in the sky trying to reach it to my limits, who made me experience summer in winter, who made my mind wander the night sky and find its way back to you. To th...
