*I wrote this off the top of the head I don't...
As I walk; I take a detour in the park...
There's a cool breeze blowing across my face
This is a moment I could never replace...
Perfect rapture descends to the seas
Entering the gaping mouths of ocean's breath...
Most times we can't hear that light
Hiding in the silence of the night...
Dark of Night
the crickets whisper...
Standing in a forest the tree is alone
Not even the leaf has the strength to smile...
We are all just visitors upon the earths far...
the fairytale has ended no more time for games...
Crackles
heard from afar...
Ground bound air born leaves,
falling angstly from the sky...
Inhaling toxic pollutions
struggling for breathe...
God showers mankind
drenching our tart budded tongues...
Eyes of yellow, gold and brown,
Shinning like fireflies...