Sep 2018
White and black birds
Gather together
In a field
Mixing their colors
Like pawns on a chessboard
Drawn by their flight
My mind wanders
Like a balloon
Adrift in the wind
Let loose by a child
A sense of lost
What is lost
But just somewhere
Alone with too many thoughts
Gather together
In a field
Mixing their colors
Like pawns on a chessboard
Drawn by their flight
My mind wanders
Like a balloon
Adrift in the wind
Let loose by a child
A sense of lost
What is lost
But just somewhere
Alone with too many thoughts
My mind wanders too much sometimes. It wanders so far that even I myself cannot catch it sometimes. Poems help me get my thoughts back through words. Thank you for reading.
