Utopian In The Old City

Silence and the beauty of the night
Accompanied by beautiful foliage dance
I muttered in the old city
About pleaded that never grasped
I waited till I'm exhausted
Just as black is now white
Fed-up, Tired and listless
Why are you still not arrived?
I always wait for the full moon
While trying to write a story about him
I,
You, and
Them

A woman was camping
Amid the broken wings
And broken glasses
I do not want to stand in her shoes
Split when she was young
It was a cruel world

So long, the carriage was finally gone
I'm increasingly bothered to
I hope one day, all that I want
Will immediately came over
Like an old friend come back home
From the corners of the earth ...

Reviews

[zainul]

Sweet piece with depth of thought.
Love it.

[Kezia Hanaleigh]

Thank you so much :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome :)