A crack in the window,
an unleafed tree,
a starless sky,
a blind man who can see.
A bird who can't fly,
a sun without shine,
a wound without blood,
a crooked, straight line.
A believer without a God,
a truth full of lie,
a friend filled with hate,
a child who can't cry.
A lock without a gate,
a song without a text,
a dungeon filled with light,
a line but no one is 'next'.
A fighter without might,
a time without a clock,
a book empty of ink,
a comedian with no one to mock.
A ship that can't sink,
a breeze that isn't cool,
a politician without a charm,
a fish without a pool.
A bee without a swarm,
a king without a throne,
a night as bright as day,
a star who never shone.
A dog who won't obey,
an innocent adult,
a garden empty of life,
a crime but no one's at fault.
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PoetryMy thoughts are passion and ripped-off wings and falling and my paper is a child and closed palms and butterflies.