Sadness
Poetry
Published in
Jun 4, 2024
Sometimes I think
Like the shadow of my sorrows
It will cover all the valleys and mountains
And my sighs with the winds
There will be whispers in every courtyard
And my tears!
All the rivers will dry up the canals
And my eyes become butterflies
Will find these dreams
Who knows who has stolen it
And my feet are endless
They will go on a journey
Sometimes I think.
