When everyone's gone
And everything's dead;
When all you have is the moons' sparkle
And the sun's shine;
When the stars are you compass
And the birds are your seasons;
When the clouds bring their tears
And the animals are your smiles;
When modern technology fails
And you have to fend for yourself;
When you clothes tear
And your shoes can talk;
When all you have is intuition
And the ones who said that they cared are gone;
When you open your eyes
And find yourself alone;
That's when you know
That you are home.
{ August 2015 }
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Black And White
PoetrySeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.
