When the moon shines in light
crows fly everywhere in night
hearts beat with clatter of coins
lambs become instinctual lions
book and pen seem like burden
drama is shown behind the curtain
when kites shows their all skills
body waits to clear its bills
blood becomes water to shed in gutter
flesh is tasted with sauce and butter
search for my lost world, I
laugh like crazy and hide in dark to cry.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
When the moon shines in light
crows fly everywhere in night
hearts beat with clatter of coins
lambs become instinctual lions
book and pen seem like burden
drama is shown behind the curtain
when kites shows their all skills
body waits to clear its bills
blood becomes water to shed in gutter
flesh is tasted with sauce and butter
search for my lost world, I
laugh like crazy and hide in dark to cry.