Sunday, 27 September 2015

The fences

If I look out my window
I see the mountain
Beyond the fences
I hear the river hum

The beautiful flowers of the nature
When the daily market chatter
The grief inside the fences
Doesn't really matter

I see the shiny sparks
I see the bright light
But inside the fences
It's as dark as midnight

The grass looks so green
Outside that fence
But on the inside
The forest gets so dense

Life might seem so dark
The grass looks greener on the other side
But step outside the fences
There is nothing to hide

The fence might be reaching the sky
But you are a free bird
YOU CAN FLY






1 comment:

  1. Super ... Am sure you are learning life's lessons through your inherent maturity... The sooner the better as there is so much to learn..
    Great Natasha .. Keep writing!

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