Open Poetry #4 |
My feet are on the ground |
vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
I was a child, With the weight of the world, That I held deep inside, Life is a mystery, I learned many things, Little love,little one, should know, But I look at my feet, I closed my eyes, Rasied my head on the sky, Wishing the things, I know couldn't come Still on the ground, Feets are burning, As the sun comes out, I left worst inside, And the best outside, I tried to forget, As I closed my eyes, My feets are on the ground, Rasied my head to the sky, And though time rolls by, Still I feel the child, As I looked at my feet on the ground, And knew my worries are gone, I knew you would be my side, When I need someone |
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