Boy
A boy is sitting beside the window,
His gaze is fixed upon the black sky,
Towards the grey moon in a thought,
He wants to be an invisible man.
He then hides under the bed,
Avoiding the trod that leads him to...
His gaze is fixed upon the black sky,
Towards the grey moon in a thought,
He wants to be an invisible man.
He then hides under the bed,
Avoiding the trod that leads him to...