Jul 2018
Broken piece of land
floating on one hand
With a tree of thoughts
expressing the world which is forgot
Birds can't sing
to their lovely voice of descant
The life will end this way
on a broken piece of land.
floating on one hand
With a tree of thoughts
expressing the world which is forgot
Birds can't sing
to their lovely voice of descant
The life will end this way
on a broken piece of land.
This is a poem about a broken piece of our land which means earth. A tree is only left with thoughts and birds which can't sing for long.
