When the evening comes
Everyone is moody
But only the stars in the sky
Can tell of my kind
When the insects whistle
"The birds are silence in their nest"
And the men are noisy with their nets
Throwing in the forty five cl seas.
Catching up their vibes
While the feeling lives in me
Starring at faces of different colours
But their smiles justifies
The tale of joy
And the reasons are still
value in my thought.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
When the evening comes
Everyone is moody
But only the stars in the sky
Can tell of my kind
When the insects whistle
"The birds are silence in their nest"
And the men are noisy with their nets
Throwing in the forty five cl seas.
Catching up their vibes
While the feeling lives in me
Starring at faces of different colours
But their smiles justifies
The tale of joy
And the reasons are still
value in my thought.
This poem is about everyday drinking habit that is now unstoppable in our society(ies).