Don’t know what to feel…
Yellow blooms coloring greyness.
Branches reaching for the sky.
Snows melting into lakes.
Clouds painting the horizon.
Or those thoughts,
That words can’t describe.
Ironic,
That the path leading home,
Runs parallel to me.
.
Don’t know what to feel…
Yellow blooms coloring greyness.
Branches reaching for the sky.
Snows melting into lakes.
Clouds painting the horizon.
Or those thoughts,
That words can’t describe.
Ironic,
That the path leading home,
Runs parallel to me.
.