Why I am?
This silent winds blow ,
Dry leaves from the resting tree comes down like feather,
The vibration of the nearest city,
The eco of voices, the smell of smoke
All of this fade away by the disturbing weather.
The sound of thunder and the flash of lightning,
The a drop of water, wake him up
He opened his eyes and looked up to the tree
His old legs are shaking and shouting loudly
' why I am ?'
In that day That is the only thing I remember.
© Drath
Dry leaves from the resting tree comes down like feather,
The vibration of the nearest city,
The eco of voices, the smell of smoke
All of this fade away by the disturbing weather.
The sound of thunder and the flash of lightning,
The a drop of water, wake him up
He opened his eyes and looked up to the tree
His old legs are shaking and shouting loudly
' why I am ?'
In that day That is the only thing I remember.
© Drath
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