Aug 2020
The world turn grey
As a turmoil of whirlwind
Builds within me
My soul quite frail
Must exit the building
Is it a dream?
Or was it reality?
There I lay
While I stood looking at me.
As a turmoil of whirlwind
Builds within me
My soul quite frail
Must exit the building
Is it a dream?
Or was it reality?
There I lay
While I stood looking at me.
At your observations
It took me quite a while to get the picture.
It took me quite a while to get the picture.
