Scattered in mind.
But not in flow
As they appear
Air starts to blow.
They are not expressed.
As baby’s skin glow
By pen, on the paper
But not in row….
I thought they were white.
But why they are crows?
Not in one place
Why does the dancer grow?
Why they are heavy?
As my mind gets narrow.
Thoughts are fast .
Or they are slow?
Why don’t they soothe?
As my pillow!!
They are in depth.
But! Not low.
