The foliage fell from the trees,
I observed how they burn,
supressing, running off
revelations, theories, ideas I had.
This permited to get off the pressure
under this cerulean blue paper,
where took place the war of emotions
and was left smoke, mirrors.
I'm captured in an everlasting serenity
I wished for so long,
couldn't be conscious
about an oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
