-Just air.- [To: the line I wish to dissolve and people i want to meet again.]
There are times
When I fade away
To a world of fine lines.
In my mind, it is a day
When all my dears
Are next to me.
No conflict in my ears,
Just their stories and me.
The day will come,
Maybe after a year or ten,
When all the colors of the universe
Will meet under the sky.
All the lines between good and fair
Will dissolve into the air.
-sk
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YOU ARE READING
all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
