The old & rusty washed bronze colored grills were as if staring at me,
as the
wind was a character
swimming with my struggling strings of hair
'So, what's the story? ' asked the empty balcony
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine a picture of them.
The air surpassed a silent stir stigma of time
They were real
as the sun shines bright
Real as in one of those dreams where, when I stopped falling from a building and actually started to fly
following the left traces of yesterday's moonlight, on the sky's of sky.
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This poem is about (as you can see in the title) paper frens (/friends). Its dedicated to the people we get to know through fictions and get attached to and wish the story to never end.
Have you ever felt connection with any fictional character(s)?
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poezja[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
