• shezzle 10w

    Riddle

    As fast as the rain
    And sharp like the bird wing
    Sometimes here
    But mostly where my mind swings
    All my pride
    I have I thrive
    Relapsing like an old machine
    Late at night,A tail of the same bird
    Pokes.
    Pinch and strokes.
    Cuddling my force
    Goodnight,sleep tight
    Times not flowing
    I am ;to write.
    ©shezzle