This only sunny day is the day I know I've disappeared.
I've gone with the breeze of that Morning and flowed until it stops.
I have only one chance to let the sun in and to let myself be carried.
When it rains I melt into the sewers.
When it snows I freeze against the Poles.
When the hurricanes and tornados Find me I spiral into their eyes.
But when its sunny I gladly disappear.
In the sun I am one with the air.
I am not tanned or burned by its rays.
I am, instead, warmed by them.
My thoughts no longer bother me.
My body no longer holds me.
The unpredictable weather I've been Pushed into can no longer tear away At the home I've built for myself.
This only sunny day is the day I know I've disappeared.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
