What I Can't Explain
You are the name I give
to the petrichor of the rain.
You are the name I give
to the metaphor of my pain.
You are the name I give
to the wind kissing my skin.
You are the name I give
to the karma of my sin.
You are the name I give
to the bed of roses, pink.
You are the name I give
to thorns pricking my skin.
You are the name I give
to the sunrays kissing my eyes.
You are the name I give
to the justification of my lies.
You are the name I give
to the chaos in my mind.
You are the name I give
to the peace I can't find.
You are the name I give
to sensations I don't contain.
You are the name I give
to the things I can't explain.
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Thơ caMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
