roads in the field
flowers in the garden
far away away from my field
with the green thick grass
called the ground
i feel like no sound
but then i try to shout it out
no one hears
here im in fears
come on now i know the situation is
angels come from the sky
keep moving, keep flying
all the way down to the road
i say "help me, right now im stuck"
their kindness has one of the kind
you tell me that im lost
lost highway
flowers, keep in touch with the ground
roads, keep in rapped with the soiled

Labels: Poems