Another
Little...
"Take heed to me!" the Guardian...
"If you do not, who knows what will happen to...
I step
I dance...
Bombarded by bombs,
Shot by arrows...
Believe can't be spelled
Unless you have a word called "lie"...
Blue top,
White bottom...
I stood at your doorstep at the dead of night.
You didn't look or squeal with surprise...
The calm
The wait...
Our nation's flag soars high in the breeze...
The reds stripes boast the blood of our fathers...
Brighter than the sun this lake,
Boiling as a cauldron deep...
He left without goodbye.
He thought he was so sly...
Hand in hand,
We walk this road...