Beyond 13
Beyond 13
Soil is flick,
Rain is sick.
Wind is coughing,
Mountains are hopping.
Rivers are empty,
Forests are grumpy.
How the hell
Oh well…
We share the air,
We share the wells.
We share the words,
We share our swords.
Our feet ache
Our brains are being baked.
How the hell
Oh well…
The virus tainted minds
This highest species of a kind
Striding on line by line…..
Searching for a (so called) cure…
Where the hell is
A drop of water that so pure?….
28th January 2013
createdbymaysithuaung
Soil is flick,
Rain is sick.
Wind is coughing,
Mountains are hopping.
Rivers are empty,
Forests are grumpy.
How the hell
Oh well…
We share the air,
We share the wells.
We share the words,
We share our swords.
Our feet ache
Our brains are being baked.
How the hell
Oh well…
The virus tainted minds
This highest species of a kind
Striding on line by line…..
Searching for a (so called) cure…
Where the hell is
A drop of water that so pure?….
28th January 2013
createdbymaysithuaung

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