Is it a bird that moves round the eye-focus?
I consider the good fortune as a bird.
When I look at the branch it goes off to the leaves
The labour is the only means to catch it
But unluckily, the market makes it
Either ruined or to glide on the sky….
Home is the school to learn the art of living;
Friday, March 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle