lostinthoughts

lostinthoughts Jun 2014

He was a great man.
Until grey fogs,
consumed his legacy.

He looked for a shelter,
it was late, too late.

He knew, that his restless heart
was a burden for them.

lostinthoughts Jun 2014

Yellow Bird

Yellow bird fly away.
Fly away.
It is your destiny
to play with the light.

lostinthoughts Jun 2014

In His Pockets

He passed the land of dreams
with volcanos in his pockets.
"Well", he said.
"Yet Another,
and more to come"

— The End —