In the dead of night
In the dead of places
I'm walking amongst
the people with no faces
Forgotten souls
in the empty heart of life
It's calm
It's peaceful
It's alive
We're running on rainbows
Soaring on clouds
Climbing starlight
Screaming out loud
I found my inner wild side
In the cold of winter
In the heart of day
I'm flowing past
The people that won't last in life
It's painful
It's truthful
It's alive.
{ October 2015 }
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Black And White
PoesíaSeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.
