• alok22 35w

    Born of the moon
    I travelled a few miles
    Towards sun
    There were seasons
    There were rains
    There were clouds
    And there were pains
    The oceans
    The seas were one thing
    That matched my colour
    The dry fields were another
    That were just like my scars
    I drank I spoonful
    Of sparkling water
    and passed out.