Dark is the world outside
Brown are the greens around,
No rain nations live but to mourn
Coz water was created a friend to life.
Standing is I at my broken window
There I spot a broken widow
Her hope yesterday's memory
There is no rain but too much agony
The wind is singing the breeze
Dancing was destined for these trees
So unfortunate they can not dance
For every movements walk with their hopes
Dark is the world outside
Brown are the greens around
No rain nations live but to mourn
Coz water was created a friend to life
The wind is singing the breeze Dancing was destined for these trees So unfortunate they can not dance For every movements walk with their hopes-.. great imagination with a lively theme related to life. thank you. tony
The wind singing the breeze Dancing was destined for these trees But as they are blown by wind The lose all their precious leaves...
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I love the fact that you said: Dark is the world outside Brown are the greens around No rain nations live but to mourn Coz water was created a friend to life