This morning, I sit on a bench
Watching people reading humans
I sit quietly with my drink
I eat some food
Digesting with my brain
That behavior, that attitude
It occurs me with book chapters
I'm wondering about the end
As I cannot believe what I see today
Each corner, walking books are here

YOU ARE READING
Placebo: 27 Poetry [ongoing]
PoetryThis is the old poem collection of mine. Created in 2015. There were flaws and mistakes in here but I'm glad I did it. Flaws and mistakes are what people are. "Writing this collection is somehow a restoration of feelings. Although, as you know 'pl...