Title: IF ONLY
by Biebs | in writing, poetry, nature
The wind blows cold,
The day grows old,
The leaves turn brown, yellow, red,
As people go to bed.
The lights turn off.
The sun goes under the horizon,
The world becomes silent,
There is no violence.
If only if only,
I cry.
If only If only,
If only nobody would die,
If only If only this poem was true,
If only if only,
If only the world was a dream come true
This is about how I wish there was peace
Comments