Night's getting darker,
Feet colder and heavier,
Tired, I move ahead.
Wolf howls and owl hoots,
Shiver me not, quiver me not.
Ears dead, I watch my steps.
Up I climb the stairs,
Passing the silent clouds,
Of despair and sorrows.
Carrying a bag full of hopes,
With a ticket in my pocket,
For a journey to the moon.
No comments:
Post a Comment