Deadly Birdy
It begins with a bird, Small and fragile, It was found on dry dirt, Broken wing, weak, not agile.
Poor bird, fell down from a tree, Alll of the sudden, it was was clear to see, To witness this bird will die for certain.And yet there was hope, no time into the bargain.
Poor bird, fell from a tree, All of the sudden, it was clear to see, It was thirsty, the heat was too much. Its heart beat wa...
Monday 27th August 2018 2:33 am
Wheel Of Choice
In a world full of hate, anger and despair,
Are the foolish never aware.
The danger of Mother Nature,
It is a simple topic for sure,
Yet no one feels enough mature.
In a world full of species and new discoveries,
Are the foolish like beasties.
Unbelievable stories of Mother Nature,
Yet no one has found the perfect cure.
In a world full of those in need
Are t...
Monday 27th August 2018 2:24 am
Forbidden Art
When you are on your own.
When you are all alone,
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Sitting in your room,
And starring at the light’s gloom.
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Emotions will find their way,
To signalize that it is gone, the day.
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The night approaches,
Your emotions crawling like cockroaches,
In your mind and you’re beginning
To think if these emotions are real,
If you have some left to feel.
Feeling joy...
Monday 27th August 2018 2:16 am
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