The rain of smile
the pain of mile,
Fight against fake
right for sake,
It's good to see
it's bad to stare,
Sun shines in sky
we shine as a guy,
Stars reflect the light
we reflect our polite,
Rainfall is more to wet
moneyfall is less to get,
Word converts to sentence
smile converts to laugh,
Words are old
although poem is like gold
YOU ARE READING
My Little Hustle
PoetryPoems are not just the lines, they are the feelings of someone.
