It doesn't go all around.
As long as it is a found
Down the field it spreads
No pity on one's head
No mercy to get fed
Got to sacrifice it's own food
To leave the ground for good
A hunger which is unknown
eats here and there, and gone!
with a speed as fast as step
moves itself to another crop
willing only to get on top
waiting lonely for life to stop
2 comentários:
oww. for whom did you write this!?
myself my self
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