Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Colored horizon

I write poems in bed
as the night unfurls itself
I count syllables
Staring at my screen.

Weathered faces and exhausted eyes
everything seems wavy and distorted
Frustration, conflicts between words and analysis,
I look at somewhere on the horizon.

A shining comfort draped in its colors
oceanic blues
violet lilacs

Emotions transfigured into captivated focus,
as an artist enlightened by the strokes of paint.

A foggy horizon.

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