They sky soothes itself with its tears
Its pain gives birth to life
Its frown is earth's Rainbow
When nothing seems to make sense
You only see the ruins of a broken fence
In your still lies beauty
It's just your teary eyes the blur your sight sight
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
