Running away from the city
to find peace in the cruelty
I was somewhere out there
on a hill full of greens and, it is rare
I was waiting for the Moon and stars
to tell a story about all these scars
and then when it is done, I will be alright
Ready for the next day for another fight
- Author: Jos (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2022 22:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
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