#timon
Pencil ✏ and pen ✒
My Faded lines
My added lines
Ways to decide '
My flows with a ink
As my hand could only
move forward in length but
Could not go back backward height
Direction to illustrate
my path with a stick
Pencil and Pen
Actually actions is so little as
my first name written with
ink and stick of my followers
Saying, am a Pencil and
our lives Is a symbol of pen
I can only destroy my pathway
but cannot change my way's of life
Pencil and Pen
You hast put my love ones
into epic sleep by the Difficult passenage
Like a blade line's through my skin,
even when I choose to Fill my pathway with ink's
I still ran out of source'
Looking for a source to refresh my ways
I think,
Am gone
And another pen could be' my kid ' as he
Count my lines through freedom and unbearable pain
Am a Pencil ✏
Am a Pen ✒
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
A walking soul
Oh walking man without a journey
Where as your legs is gone to the Sea
Because the pathway is craved in stones and ropes
As the memories on the sand as lost his origin
Oh walking Man
Your heart is full with stones and you legs is too heavy
His eye is big and could not hold a stone
The journey of your land has destroyed you and the sky could not feel is breath
And his morning is dark as the night
The crossway is like a rainbow above the skies and your experience's
of the land has faded away
Oh walking Man
The earth has become your heart
And your heart has beget his history
No , none has you
Mistress remember you
Oh walking Man
The sun and moon has change it's image
Like the skin of human race
The perfection of the sunset has forgotten his Time and the shadow of the moon has increases worries in his
walks
The beautiful tree as turn to clothes And your clothes as forget it's color
The pretty of life is gone and animals are dying again and again as
The shadow of the world is gone but the footsteps of his claims and disclaim could never WASH away.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC