Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
It was just but a Day, In the middle of May, Which brought light to his Eyes, This made him Think, Within a sudden Blink, There would be no more Lies, For at this Time, Along the River-bend, He could be in his Prime, So he sat in order to Mend At his hopeless Vibes, Without using anymore Bribes.
0
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
His soul
It was just but a Day, In the middle of May, Which brought light to his Eyes, This made him Think, Within a sudden Blink, There would be no more Lies, For at this Time, Along the River-bend, He could be in his Prime, So he sat in order to Mend At his hopeless Vibes, Without using anymore Bribes.
Written by
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem