I appear before my Friend-
He got no eyes to see-
I utter no word-
But I manage to flee.
Befriended we are-
Yet we never met.
In a row I await-
my time passes,
and definitely one day
He will be awakened.
Life lures me and I got caught-
his sickle is shiny,
so one day to my friend
I will be brought.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC