Staying with brothers and sisters,
So kind until the dawn joined the sun,
If you find me somewhere, I'll outline,
the places of a heart got filed on the timeline,
It was the saddest knowing the reality of my line,
You were a cloud which held my rain,
Escaping from a body, stopping the closure,
If I could find your way, I'll share a lifetime,
never been less empty, I felt full and desired,
Listening to my November evenings without a pause,
Cursing an August month cynically,
Drawing a new soul in December beautifully,
It will be hard to memorise without the glasses that I saw like for years,
You knew and I knew, I was crumpling in the bathroom waiting for something,
Suppressing my last seconds of falling apart,
Cleansing a sea of sins, acting like the dormant wounds of a woman,
I grew up prematurely with a cut on my hand, but the kindness was an address for you,
I was dancing on the road with my temple opened, until I fell on a soft hand.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.