Beyond The Glass

Stream

Openly admitted that the time is better, 

Saying I'm a bad shadow within something bitter, 

I can imagine the pearls exploring inside, 

I know it's a shame to have you in a bad time, 

If you found me falling, 

You caught me down, 

Dancing with visual hands in the lot, 

Here when I shouted I'm clean now, 

Opening my fist with a bow, 

I was leaving with baggage, but your stream ran artistically, 

Gleaming in the summer that I hate, 

Catching a breath with a low heat, 

You happened, and my poetry got the meaning.