The sun is fire,
Everyone is a liar.
And we can fly
In our desires.
We have no power.
We don't admire,
Cuz we are fighters
For our lives.
YOU ARE READING
A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.
Not divine
The sun is fire,
Everyone is a liar.
And we can fly
In our desires.
We have no power.
We don't admire,
Cuz we are fighters
For our lives.
