All around the world
The day comes of deep colours
To rehearse things
That are really trueful.
I care about cradle of clouds
Above my head
Black beetles to show oppression
Into their words
When I am my everything, my friend.
Celebration of friendship on the road
Happy whether they help or not
As the sky give an reflection as pure
Then I will have a day of everything.
By K-mari ©2016
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
All around the world
The day comes of deep colours
To rehearse things
That are really trueful.
I care about cradle of clouds
Above my head
Black beetles to show oppression
Into their words
When I am my everything, my friend.
Celebration of friendship on the road
Happy whether they help or not
As the sky give an reflection as pure
Then I will have a day of everything.
By K-mari ©2016
I write about this poem about what feelings I has today when my teacher saying something about herself trueful.
