When the whole world shouts,
It remains silent.
And when it shouts,
Makes the world silent.
Known as the "Son Of Universe",
But still greater than any verse.
Someone who sleeps over it,
Is a cloud, finding someone, who never rests.
Who never rests.
Is a mother,
Singing a lullaby to her child,
In the nights of Summer,
And the winters are mild.
Mild winters turn up the eyes,
Up to where the clouds lie.
It is a Pink Sky.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
When the whole world shouts,
It remains silent.
And when it shouts,
Makes the world silent.
Known as the "Son Of Universe",
But still greater than any verse.
Someone who sleeps over it,
Is a cloud, finding someone, who never rests.
Who never rests.
Is a mother,
Singing a lullaby to her child,
In the nights of Summer,
And the winters are mild.
Mild winters turn up the eyes,
Up to where the clouds lie.
It is a Pink Sky.