Unbelieving eyes
Unbelieving eyes
Among those who walk in the dark.
This bitter taste that I charge since dawn
At sunset on my shoulders
It is sweaty from my skin.
In social networks
There are rumors of war intervention.
Only the thunder of the storms
It explodes on the horizon
From the city.
I KNOW THE SADNESS THAT IS ON THE STREET
Before the rooster crows
uncouth eyes in the long cold
They wait for the sunrise.
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Original by @corderosiete
thunder is bond
to believe
in remaking rain
Thanks friend bacus15
Welcome! The best way to comment poem is to write one :) .
hmm "it explodes on the horizon from the city"
I feel this, very good writing friend. Things will definitely get better.
Quite the opposite. There is no improvement. We walk like the crab.