Poems from musicismybelief
Sweet fly on the wall,
no one cares at all.
Waiting for your fall.
still no one to call.
Attack, attack they would say.
Ghastly figures to...
Swis, swish, she is air.
Floating and flowing, being a breeze.
Until she takes a stance.
Stomp, stomp, and she is earth.
Homely and humble...