Walk barefoot through the clouds
Dream out of an army of dreams
Through many silent rooms
Through my bloody wounds
It's not like it seems
I just don't wanna grow up
Your fortresses are so crap
Some trees would be enough, wouldn'tthey?
I will not give up on myself
And I'll go forward to the skies
I'm not afraid of your eyes
Of your unfortunate burns of self
And your bones shaking next to me.
Walk barefoot through the clouds
Walk through the mirrors, hold my hand
Don't be ashamed to do that again
Walk barefoot in the warm sand
And let's do it again and again andagain
Forever walk off the earth
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Tiny poems for tiny days
PoetrySometimes, you'll get this feeling that you need something refreshing for the soul. No motivational quotes. No socializing. Nothing like that. You only need a mug of tea and some tiny poems for tiny days like that.
