A lonely soul,
In the selfish crowd
A frowning face
A heart of gold
The delicate fingers
Have changed their works
The dried rivers
On the edges of her face
A lie which could fly
A truth which could drown.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Reflecting The Truth
ΠοίησηWords that intruded my mind and I decided to turn them into something meaningful.
Smile
A lonely soul,
In the selfish crowd
A frowning face
A heart of gold
The delicate fingers
Have changed their works
The dried rivers
On the edges of her face
A lie which could fly
A truth which could drown.
