You are only the idea of a person,
Known from only six days,
A single building of a colourful kingdom,
A consequence of rational case,
An hour of a rich millennium,
A single frame of a life-long film,
A brief moment in delirium.
I don't know you
As well as I think I do.
I get that. I understand. I really do.
But I like to think, and envision,
Kingdoms of concrete without a single crack,
Actions and mind a duality within a person,
Time is a deck of cards with colour anything but slack,
Beauty exists in every frame and bursts in fruition,
Delirium, despite losing reality, is still happiness as a blissful peck
On the cheeks.
Surely, the Laws of physics
Hides with the rabbit in the hat.
I see feelings secretly genuine mimics,
I see tears you bleed the same as the ones from heaven.
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Ode
PuisiHere's an ode to the night he/she left; here's an ode to the anxiety you feel on a sunny morning and everything was supposed to be fine; here's an ode to the feelings left unexpressed; here's an ode to the words left unsaid, or perhaps what can...
