The shortest they said,
Not far just at that curve
Not that far,
Look there, where it bends.
The longest I think,
I barely blink
Everything to miss
My sight’s blurry scenes
Feeling the raging breeze
It’s softness in my hair.
But it is way beyond
Just under the horizon
Up above the wondering
Is nothing.
So I wrap my way, around my dream.
Laying till the day break.
All right reserved.
Nyameye Writes 