On the tree, I can see
On the tree, I still believe
On the tree, there is a view
On the tree is nothing new
On the ground, I smell the rain
On the ground is so much pain
On the ground, you cannot see
On the ground, you are just like me
Above the tree, there is a sky
Above the tree, you don't know a lie
Above the tree is shining heaven
Above the tree that's a different level
Under the ground, there is too hot
Under the ground, I think that's my spot
Under the ground is burning hell
Under the ground is where I am
In the middle of it all is still a life
In the middle of it all, you can go up or down
In the middle of it all, it's just on you
In the middle of it all the hell is waiting for you.
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Poetry
PoetryJust go and read some of my poems. They are interesting and I think they maybe make you little think about it. I haven't got any topic I just write what's on my mind. I can write poems about love, world, life, people and too many other things. So yo...
