I am a fly,
My wings are long,
And so is my cry,
I take pride in my buzzing song.
I race across the sky,
Dancing while I search,
Looking for sweets with my great big eyes,
And desiring a perch.
Air flows under my wings,
While the world awaits below,
The birds above sing,
While my back is warmed by the sun glow.
The end of my life draws near,
I have lived for twenty-eight days,
And suddenly everything is clear,
The joy I had in life sets my heart ablaze.
CZYTASZ
Drips Of Life
PoezjaPoems that do not fit into a specific place. Many of these poems (but not all) will try to tell a story. Most of these poems will rhyme, but not all. Requests are also welcome and will be marked a little differently then non-requests.
