Caressing children's clothes in the store desperately,
Their soft touch is so melancholic.
I cannot bind myself to you, And we cannot be tied to another innocent person.
I cannot see my future, I must attach to the present only to live it.
Between me and the child for whom these clothes are intended, Many stages .
Between you and me, a plane and a closed door is your heart.
Between me and my desire,
The word of the doctor, my dignity, and my whole past.
A lot of fear and caution.
But if you opened the doors,
If you were honest, kind, and gentle,
I would buy these clothes now with all tenderness of my being
With all the faith.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
