To be free
from the beauty
and from the
ugliness.
To be free
with the scent of wild roses
over you.
Or the elderberry.
The summer and the sweat
and the dark blue ribbon in the wind
Pure art in a manner of falling
of raindrops on the soil.
Yeah... for I am the victim.
Of my own mind.
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A cry for the Beauty I
PoetryThis is a poem from long time ago when I was into universe of manga&anime characters, however, it depicts my state of mind. I've decided to publish it after years because of the turmoil I've been put through. My constant quest for peace and beauty. ...
