If I can wake up once again—
I'll make sure it would be all worth it
The rays of humid, descending sunset,
Flashing downwards beneath the horizon,
And the dark night plowed all the warmth.
If I can still open my eyes once again—
I'll make sure it will be remained open in a hundred years,
So I could witness the vast duration of our world,
The breathtaking space beyond us,
The mesmerizing phenomena— its straights and curves.
If I can still inhale once again—
I could sniffle the fresh, morning air,
Fresh from the newly, harvest night,
And so I could have glimpsed the daylight,
That'll made my red embezzle the stray and scattering flares.
If I can still appreciate—
Appreciate once more,
All these aspects that continually flows,
Through me, through my hollow host,
That the burning flares left and it all froze.
But I can't—
It's impossible; it left me some long decades ago
Now I'm here, lying through the brown disgrace,
Forgotten, obscured, left me in a silent craze,
However, it's quiet, and that's all what the world planned to me.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
