beyond this so
called city of a
concrete jungle
lies a field
where golden
honey thick
sunlight
makes my dark
skin glow
bright sunflowers
and red roses
go wasted under
my swift feet
and dreamers
still find time
to look at the
moon
and to steal
starlight
for their
glittering eyes
i'm leaving early
tomorrow
paint me on your
dusty canvas
and make me
immortal
when i'm gone,
floating in space
and suffocated by
dreams i can't
create.
- hiba
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
beyond this so
called city of a
concrete jungle
lies a field
where golden
honey thick
sunlight
makes my dark
skin glow
bright sunflowers
and red roses
go wasted under
my swift feet
and dreamers
still find time
to look at the
moon
and to steal
starlight
for their
glittering eyes
i'm leaving early
tomorrow
paint me on your
dusty canvas
and make me
immortal
when i'm gone,
floating in space
and suffocated by
dreams i can't
create.
- hiba