The simple truth.
A picture is worth a million words,
thus no amount of words can ever fully describe a sight.
A silence is just words that cannot be said,
thus there is nothing as having said too little.
Who ever made the rules our strange world runs by,
will we ever fully grasp "how" and "why"?
Can we ever have enough?
What about problems, we always seem to have too many.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
in that case some people must really be blind.
Can you feel the goosebumps of a sweet autumn wind?
What else is there we cannot see?
Is seeing really believing?
What a sad life that must be,
for I cannot see love nor hope.
I will never grasp the complicated yet simple beauty of this world,
but I know, like I know that grass grows or wind blows,
there is so much more than we could ever account for.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoetryThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
