I am somewhat wondering
What kind of things my mind is lingering
I am somewhat confuse
And I hate how my feelings refuse.
Random thoughts,
Wild imaginations,
Flying colors, sparkling lights
What beautiful sights!
Swaying glees, buzzing bees
No matter how hard the wind is blowing
Unlimited flying ideas will always be coming.
Enjoy when the world stops
Because once it will drop
Everything will just be a waste of crops.
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I wrote this poem when I got so bored and I've come with this random thoughts :) Happy Reading!
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Hanging Words
PoetryThere are moments when your imprisoned by your own sadness A time when no one you can lean on A time when you can't help but left those words hanging in the air A time when your words were left posted in the wall until it have none but makes those...
