February 22nd, 2016. 8:59 am
The rhythm flows
Like a river to the sea
Into my ears
And sets me free
The lyrics pour
Like a sink to a drain
Into my heart
And I feel no pain
The music arises
Like a flower in spring
Into my throat
And I start to sing
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetryjust my poetry, i am proud of some, but others are pretty bad, i dont know
