I’m a page in a book,
a part of a story.
I thought I belonged
But torn, I got carried by winds.
Far, into waters and deserted lands.
Once,
People read me with interest.
Now I’m the ruffled noise in the wind.
Where melancholy transforms to poetry
I’m a page in a book,
a part of a story.
I thought I belonged
But torn, I got carried by winds.
Far, into waters and deserted lands.
Once,
People read me with interest.
Now I’m the ruffled noise in the wind.