Down To The Sky
TAG: poetry nonsensePushing up the bright sun.
Cold sun turned to a crystal
Crystal heart with a broken stone.
Stone in my heart trying to fall in love.
Sixty times with empty hands
Sixty things turn me down.
Ready to make a brand new move
A move that last forever.
A move that keep me alive.
Give me something to feel.
Something that you don't wanna kill.
Before the skies falling
down...
2 Noises:
What a nice poem, M. I like it alot! Hope all is well with you in Poland. :-)
Thanks M.. hehe, actually you don't want to know the way how I created this poem, 'cause you wouldn't believe me ;-)
PS: Poland was great!
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