Poems from tlazovski
Always looking up,admiring the sky and dream.Did not see the poop.
Frustration, anger,despair, sadness. Want to stop!It stopped. At what cost?
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub,ever present, times notedUntil it is gone.
Full moon is gleaming.Yet, in all the city lightsit is just glooming.
Sun is rising up,bright and warm rays are blinding.Distant mist lingers.