days passed,
years swept,
and my heart still wept.
i see the moon pass it's phases,
i see the stars twinkle in the dark
i see the sun shine,
atleast, i can see.
— there are people suffering with conditions, below me.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
