KnightlyAngel09 wrote:Slowly, the sun wakens from his slumber
And starts a flame at the edge of the world,
His brushstrokes are slow as he colors the horizon;
He is coloring the horizon,
Or
Is he burning the sky?
KnightlyAngel09 wrote:The raindrops fall softly upon verdure and concrete,
Inch by inch, waters rise in the streets of the city;
It is bathing the trees, nourishing grass,
It is nourishing nature,
Or
Is it drowning the city?
KnightlyAngel09 wrote:Men move hurriedly, racing the sun to the skyline[s],[/s] -
Running, running, the world is a race track.
We are racing to win, we are living,
We are living.
Are we living?
Or
Are we dying?
Men move hurriedly, racing the sun to the skyline,
Running, running, the world is a race track.
We are racing to win, we are living,
We are living.
Are we living?
Or
Are we dying?
We are racing to win, we are living,
We are living.
