Created: Nov 10, 2019

Final Modification: Nov. 10, 2019, 22:18

At the point when I look around
I see individuals moving
To the beats of antagonism and distress
So I close my eyes.

And furthermore,
Make my own orchestras,
which stirs my spirit,
Make me feel great inside.

I move to my own tune…
Lastly, I open my eyes.
Gaze toward the sky,
At the maker of all things.

Give him a grin,
Once more,
Let my heart fly.
I accept love occasionally
As I discover its direction.