A Beautiful World
Buried in my own sleep
I now see how the dark creeps
So now, I open my eyes and see the light
Of the blue sky
Glorious birds,they fly so high
The flowers blooms in spring
Just to see the beautiful world
In front of me
A Beautiful World
Buried in my own sleep
I now see how the dark creeps
So now, I open my eyes and see the light
Of the blue sky
Glorious birds,they fly so high
The flowers blooms in spring
Just to see the beautiful world
In front of me
Nice Poem 👍