"describle" poems
Who is he?
My heart pounds
It does it all arounds
When i look into the skies
I can see his eyes
When i look upon the lands
I can see his hands
When i'm eating bangles
I can see his angles
When im doing this describle
I am holding the Holy Bible
The nails with the rust
He died for us
He rose again
Without the pins
There was a flood
And it was his blood
Who is he?
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC