The stairs to this tower…
I climb like playing the cords of harmony
Stare at this power of rhyme,
like the pain and thought
between my Mom and me
a Drop of a coin and it’s hard to bring
I’m a drop of the soil with a Heart made of string
No Musician, no Entertainer…
Life’s not wrapped in ribbons
Just precision, no ignoramus lines rapped
Good riddance!
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
The stairs to this tower…
I climb like playing the cords of harmony
Stare at this power of rhyme,
like the pain and thought
between my Mom and me
a Drop of a coin and it’s hard to bring
I’m a drop of the soil with a Heart made of string
No Musician, no Entertainer…
Life’s not wrapped in ribbons
Just precision, no ignoramus lines rapped
Good riddance!
KingMaverick©
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