Thoughts're like dust on the shelf.
No I won't damage my health.
No I don't need any help.
I just feel bad for myself.
Can you find sun on the moon?
Imagine you're holding balloon.
Something will happen so soon.
Catch the stars with your spoon.
Sky is touching the ground
Barely without a sound.
Silence hurts very loud,
Especially when you're in crowd.
27.07.19 ©Стася
(Максим Стаськів)
(Maksym Staskiv)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=843287
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 27.07.2019
автор: Моряк