Feelings I didn't want to do it Or maybe I did, It all started when I said that your post was lit, And you commented that you were deeply grieved. You said you were left to die Under the unforgiving sky, With no one to see you cry And if let alone you would try ----- To leave this world and fly. To fly far, far away from the wide-wide sky But it was just another big lie. I believed in you, tried to console you, I said, "All will be well, a good life awaits you." But you acted well and kept on bluffing Saying the same four lines to Joe, Bill, John and Irving That you were left to die Under the unforgiving sky, With no one to see you cry And if you could you would try ----- To leave this world and fly. But playing us was your aim, Nothing more, nothing less, and you did nicely frame ------' That you suffered, while others betrayed: But never did you think what had you portrayed When with the five of us you pla
This is a fusion, a symphony of arts. See it, hear it, read it and feel it is what we say for there is nothing in this world that can't be expressed in some form of art. Celebrating expression and art in a small way. Help us as we express ourselves, we the few creators.