Is there a place
So far away
Where neither a gaze
Nor thoughts come to play.
Where the wind blows
To its own fancy
And the world moves
Like it is no one's to see.
Is there a place
Where I can go to
To find solace
With nay a thing to do.
So far away
Where neither a gaze
Nor thoughts come to play.
Where the wind blows
To its own fancy
And the world moves
Like it is no one's to see.
Is there a place
Where I can go to
To find solace
With nay a thing to do.
Hmm... Is my boy growing up or what? :)
ReplyDeleteYou're good with verses as good as you are with prose, in fact better!!
And I like what you have done to your template! :)