Flying back.
Staring out,
Sleepy-eyed.
Clouds,
Cradle misty thoughts,
Drifting by.
He’s out there now…
Nothing else.
Just that.
It’s a foggy-minded day.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Flying back.
Staring out,
Sleepy-eyed.
Clouds,
Cradle misty thoughts,
Drifting by.
He’s out there now…
Nothing else.
Just that.
It’s a foggy-minded day.