I do not know if you do know,
If that piece of me could
To you to catch yours and
Hello you world,
Sometimes you seem to be unfair.
Hello blue sky,
Looking at you make me feel dry.
Can ya predict what it is? it
Is black or white
There is nothing to find.
Too long it was since they first met
She looked when he gazed then the two
Eyes rested in tha same nest best.
As a lyric had found his tone
Walking down the road in nowhere
Knowing not to go, but there
With a view a scene a picture can be seen
And takes the attention while being there
Gather you all roses
To give me too different choices.
Which make a cute face
I was looking for for ages.
March has approached
Accompanied with its sorrow and pain,
Attached with the rough sickness and dirty rain.
It has a goal to be obtained:
To have a place there is my Muse,
To breathe in love, passion, and clues.
Looking through that window,
Seeing those grand green trees,
I left my favorite plant at home.
It needs some water,
It needs some care.
It’s dying now,