Mar 2019
the clouds are at war,
with weapons of fear.
billowing with hate,
daunting everyone near.
the clouds were at war,
making schemes in the sky.
what's left of them now,
cries drops that stay dry.
with weapons of fear.
billowing with hate,
daunting everyone near.
the clouds were at war,
making schemes in the sky.
what's left of them now,
cries drops that stay dry.
