We're changing like weather
But we still stay the same
We are fluid like
Liquid,
In all our constantiousness
We're colorfull in
All
Graynes
We are painted in.
And irrealistic in real of it.
We're diffrent than people
Who are surrounding
Us.
Natheless we're the same
In all human kind.
We are good
In the badness.
And bad in the good.
In one
Still the same,
Anallogic
And miscellaneous
too.
We are oppositness and synonyms.
Like every human creature.
Beeing dissimilarity and congenial
That's what it's all about
In living fulness of
Life.
Forasmuch we all die.
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13.01.2024
Inspiration by: my geography lesson, "Earthsea" , "Witcher" and "The House of Leaves"
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Dreams Of The Midnight
PuisiBook of poems writed mostly at night, when I can't sleep. And dream. Then I am making dreams by myself. Because my head is hatful of dreams, wishes and stories... ~I hope you will like it, Atellrie
