it's a beautiful world we live in
the glory of the colors throughout the evening sky
the crisp water that's been washed to my feet and wraps my ankles
the calls of the wild and the whispers of nature tickling my ear
the emotions we have developed, how does this happen ?
i think it really draws the eye ,
how we follow the world's patterns so obediently
i don't notice all of this , though
something else has stolen my eye
she thought the sunset was breathtaking,
but i knew she had stolen my breath
i don't suppose i'll ever get it back
YOU ARE READING
love is a glitch in the matrix
Poetrypoems for humans and perhaps several marmosets too.
