Now every thing is upside down.
I lost you for weakness
The fishes are flying in the town
I see the river burning
Argh, just make them stop screaming!
They want you back now
My hands can’t stop singing
The trees grow like ants
And my heart is on the ground
The bridge is over the table
And a cloud on the wall
There are footprints on the roof
First Place
Category Poem in English
Liberarte 2014