Life
She dresses in grey and black
Her temperaments never last
She rains hell and chill
Her unceasing tears spoil my Spring
Her eye shakes strongly my shell
I cede with wet undead scars
On her roads, I cry my heart out
On my back all my trials and nightmares
Stumble and fall but still hope
Not looking the earthly hell
All my heart and soul’s eyes are to the sky.
Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 