The breeze sings to me
The flowers bloom in glee
The unreal sky in plea
In the balcony I've come to see
The vibrant colours of the tree
The little bird comes to me
Asking if the sorrows are ready to flee
I tell him sipping my coffee
They're not my cup of tea
Better throw kindness around like confetti
And just stay low key!
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:41 AM UTC
The breeze sings to me
The flowers bloom in glee
The unreal sky in plea
In the balcony I've come to see
The vibrant colours of the tree
The little bird comes to me
Asking if the sorrows are ready to flee
I tell him sipping my coffee
They're not my cup of tea
Better throw kindness around like confetti
And just stay low key!