Sometimes I cry when ever the Sunshine's.
Sometimes I laugh when ever its dark.
The feeling is kind of dark.
My spirit broken by the dark.
My eyes are lost and my color even disappeared in the dark.
Yellow and white now black inspired by the dark.
Until there is light there is nothing in this dark.
nothing useful in this dark.
Until my spirit is enlightened and my brain is focus I will always find my way back into the dark.
What can be possessed in the dark.
The light will always make you free from the dark.
If I had always love the dark.
Then how do I make my way out of the dark.
BRAKO SIEMENS
BRAKO THE POET
BRAKO WRITE
©2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem Powerful expression...10