nice....
So
Down stairs
In the well of hope
Like a hound I search by my soul
The bucket of dust hangs on rope
So is snail creeps to fill its role
Upon the surface crevices of earth weep
Not ,in the hole the desert fox hangs its feet
Single breeze of iron air opens wings to sleep
Dreams like sheep die before the moment they bleat
Bathing in the sweat, I come out yes in the sun
Thirsty are clouds as from the mouth of sky comes the foam
Mother helplessness scratches its womb celebrating for new one
Who like a abandoned lover, upon the broken glass of dream will roam
nice....
very nice
Thanks for sharing :givefl;
hey [username:48beee4c6e], i know whats on your mind
thanks.......
and the story continues......
thanks for sharing it here sis
Dream, I do.
thankssss......
v.nice
thanks 4 sharing
i think they r really the stairs
thx 4 sharing
wOrK SmaRt NoT HaRd......