He was riding through the park in August,
His face was of the latest magazine...
Eyes ready to take off to Saturn,
Dreaming of the world to come together...
So he carried a camera,
A took a picture of everything.
The ground,
The trees,
The people,
The monuments,
The sky,
The planes,
The universe,
The sun.
When he laid his pictures on the table,
He cried a thousand breathes.
"Why are you crying, sweetie?"
"Because I've finally brought the world together." He said.
He simply defined history,
(Into his story)
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
