I vomited thousands of words
just to construct a single phrase.
I ate all my doubts
just to show a smile on my face.
I breathe the scent of flowers,
to forget some dreadful hours.
I glanced at the sky,
maybe I can fly
and so,
I wished to try.
But, I guess I failed,
the sky is blue, isn't it?
then,
why did I see red?
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Poetry of the Soul
ПоэзияOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
