Growing with the weather


Shattered and torned around.
Never knew it can be blowned.
Throughout the nights,and
throughout the dawn.
life goes,out of its own.

Thoughtlessly,l was not on my own,
with a weather we are grown.
Dashing and lively at the outsets,with
full of dashes and lusture.
But mob-up within a glance,surrounding with
gloomy patcher.

We are at boon and tragedy.
withered like a dry leaves,
Broken and tored like a dry land.
Like a weather,its never the same.
Glancing with lots of hope,
a dry land into bushes,
a shattered leaves into lively.

l have grown up,within this ages.
I have grown up,within this changes.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem