Brushfire fairy tales...
Traffic in the sky
words coming
words going
Let it rain
no more cry
no more waste of time
waiting, wishing, dreaming
look to the horizon
raise the sun again
wake up stronger
no more cry
just another day
dream big and make it true
all the good is coming your way
see the blue
listen again your heart
enjoy the melody of the waves
enjoy the smell of the sea
wake up stronger
the bad is gone
all good things are in your way
This poem is about:
Me