Sometimes a dusty cloud above my head
Sometimes dewdrop on the winter leaves
It’s like a weather storm ahead
My super conscious mind never passes through
In my lonely planet I sit
Healing my injured heart myself
Stimulating my mind with a hope
That never ends anywhere.
Sometimes a dusty clouds floats overhead
ReplyDeleteSometimes dew drops shine on the leaves,
As if a gusty storm awaits in nature's womb
My mind fails to penetrate life,
I seat in my lonely planet,
healing my injured heart,
Stimulating my mind with hopes
That never end to alight.
(I was trying to make it poetical)