Where beauty is abundant
Never seen, by some.
Where things move fast
To die in a blink.
Where you need to run
Without knowledge nor reason.
Where life catches up
Not always your own.
Where the sky is rare
But always the aim.
The earth barely felt
But hardly missed.
Where the noise is drowned
By the chaos within.
3 comments:
you write poetry??
Not really....Don't really know how to :(
This is really, really good Shreya!
Post a Comment