I will write a poem
No, no, not for you
I will write about my fate.
The fate that sometimes comes
through the morning sun
Or sometimes like a dark cloud
The night was spent in a game of fortune
A new injury starts every day.
I will write a poem
No, no, not for you
I will write about my fate.
The fate that sometimes comes
through the morning sun
Or sometimes like a dark cloud
The night was spent in a game of fortune
A new injury starts every day.
Poetic words.