A small bird fell from a tree, And broke its wings and died. A strong wind blew the sun away, The whole of Nature cried. It had a pair of wings,
Night, welcome once again, Walking towards me all alone, Dark and beautiful as always, Muttering a lulling song. I can here people yawning,
The man is the saddest creature, That there will ever be. I am sitting on my balcony, Watching him, Trying to do something,
I am writing loving poems, Hoping that I’ll see you soon, On a sleepy Monday morning, On a lazy afternoon. Flowers pink and green and purple,
If I could ask for something, I’d ask for grey to become green, Climb the steepest mountain, Realize my wildest dream. Hike and fly to places,
IN DEEP WATERS SHE IS… WAITING FOR ME IN HER… A THOUSAND SECRETS S…
