You are my town,
I called you a land,
We are the ones under the warm sun,
Even if there's a grave, I'll wait for your water,
I thought it would be momentary, but it's legendary,
Telling our story from your glasses,
Holding the value of your winds,
Your sweet soul removed the damn mist,
Cursing a name with your scent,
Talking rings and hope, I love your fatherhood mist,
We are a happy song,
My endless empathy was held by your heart,
Your cup is something I could see until I die,
Revealing my rift was healed,
If I reach my sand, I'll tell them to let you hold it,
If I see your flower, I'll ask them to water it,
Succumbing a way you paved,
My soul recalls your name,
Only my hope cured that I'll see you beyond your glasses one day.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryBeyond the Glass is a poetic storytelling about two people who find each other and promise to stay together until the door closes, but the walls between them are large. The poems are written from the woman's point of view. They capture her raw hone...
