Twisting


twisting

turning

dieing

crying

this is how we are born

this is how we die

no point to lie

as soon as we breath

our life has ended

just some more winded

tears in the sun

joy in the rain

hides in the dark

dancing on a top

spinning in the night

the comets take flight

the stars swim

on a songbird's whim

the trees dance

on a falling avalanche

in forgotten dreams

with  nostalgic themes

twisting

turning

dieing

crying

this is how we are born

this is how we die.
MeltedFlowers MeltedFlowers
31-35, F
Feb 28, 2010