The Old Windmill

Once I went on the top of hill;

it was so high,

it was so thrill,

once I went on the top of hill;

clouds around there,

it felt so chill.

Once I went to the top of hill;

I went thorough boulevards,

I went through woods,

I saw the beautiful places,

that no one could.

What I saw there ,was the old windmill,

 On the top of hill,

She was walking with the wind,

Whenever it flows,

She Sounds like Playing flute,
Whenever wind blows.

The moon came up,on the top of hill;
Shining on the old windmill,
made her young and beautiful,
like she was once before.

And now she was getting older,
like my grandfather,
Still she was standing alone,
The old windmill,on the top of hill.

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Ride To Moon

 
I'm in my spaceship
No!, it's not a road trip
I'm in my spacesuit
Yes!, I'll step my first foot

my journey is so long
my journey is my song 
I left the place, where I belong
and I fly away and away

 

 I'm traveling with speed of light
and stars are shining bright
I'm riding through the milky way
and I fly away and away

destroying the lots of comets
crossing a bunch of black holes
my destination is not reached yet
and I have to fly to my goals.

Finally, I'm here standing
watching the blue Earth
I'm waving my victory flag
Is the moment that,I worth

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting
I felt very cold water stream
(Someone throws water while sleeping)
and I woke up on my bed
Oh!!, it was just a dream

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A View From Window

It's a sunny day,

Bird's are flying away and away,

It's a summer's sun,

It's a summer's fun,

It's a view from my window.

It's a rainy day,

It's a slippery way,

I want my raincoat,

I want my paper boat,

but I'm just watching view from window. 

It's a winter's cold,

It's a winter snow,

my grandmother told

"The cold wind''s gonna blow".

and I'm just watching a view from window.

My old window is same,

the view only changed,

it's just a memory,

nobody needs to know,

it's just a view from a window.

The Old Yellow Wood's

Nowhere I came again;

old memories started to regain,

In the old yellow wood;

now I'm here alone, I stood.

Where the beauty has gone?;

where's the picture that nature's has drawn?,

where that charm lost?;

Where that grassy road I crossed?.

  

The old yellow woods ,I left;

who dared to theft?,

Where's that nature gift?;

Where flew away all small swift?.

Where is the wood that I thought?;

Lost the vision that I caught,

Old yellow woods turned to brown;

Someone stole the nature's green crown.

Now here nothing for me;

Now here nothing to see,

Everyone leaved the wood's somehow;

I'm the lonely one here now. 

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Leaving Home...

I am leaving ; home for studies,
I am leaving ; my best buddies.
I am leaving home ; I am little worried,
I am leaving home ; all the sorrow I buried.

I am leaving home ; somehow feels wow,
I am leaving home ; nobody with me now.
I am leaving home ; walking all alone,
I am leaving home ; no old face is shown

I am leaving home ; with memories of all,
I am leaving home ; waiting for someones call.
I am leaving home ; and nobody shouts,
I am leaving home ; for studying no doubt.

I am leaving home ; it's my choice'
I am leaving home ; it's my price.
I am leaving home ; it's a new life,
I am leaving home ; for futures bright.

The Cloudy Day...

This is cloudy day

after the first rain;

The sun has lost his way

behind the clouds that vain.

Today is very calm

all alone standing a green tree of palm;

And the sky is feeling lonely

cause there's clouds only.

The birds are singing 

"The hot summer is gone";

The little plants are rising

to mark this day with the white stone

Cold and little darkness is feeling

the sun is willing ; to shine

but the clouds like saying 

"The sky is mine".

The Cold Saturday

The month of December

The winter on this way,

the only thing I remember

The very cold on this day.

No sign of rain

No sign of snow,

the only feeling I gain

is the cold wind that flow.

Trees are without leaves

like they are getting dead,

The birds are hiding like thieves

under the small shed.

people enjoying hot cup of tea

children enjoying their campfire,

 Today is not good to admire

cause out their nothing I can see.

Here the moon comes out 

peeping out with cold light,

This cold night no doubt

now I want to sleep in quite.