Murky Melodies
When birds dance dramatically, you know somethings up.
I can see sorrow, silently taking over them.
They dance hand in hand to the winds whispers.
They sing their mimicking melodies to the beat of the day.
Their murky music traveling through the air.
I wonder, how can anyone perfect such poisonous songs?
YOU ARE READING
Words? Or Art?
PoetryHave you ever felt like an outsider? Like you dont belong in this world? If so this is the book for you. It is a book of many poems of how I feel at different times.
