About meA Poem by burnhouse
Who am I?
I was the dust that once was the Chaos I am a fragment of the world I am a drop in the ocean of people that expands every day My hair is the grass that is refreshed every morning - just like my life should be refreshed with every sunrise My eyes are reflections of the Saturn's rings - just like they're reflections of many other things My eyes are reflections of my soul, some say. My laugh is written by the jokes, by the moments I've got saved in my pockets My pockets are torn - letting the rain and storm in. My hands are the carriage for those I care about, holding them tight, or only the words they couldn't bear alone My mind and my heart are each other's antagonist. My mind and my heart will find the agreement. My hands will comfort the ones I love and the burden will leave them My pocket will got filled with dirt - drying the rain away. My laugh won't be for forever, but the memory of it will remain My eyes won't reflect anything, as my soul will be gone. My eyes won't reflect anything - as they'll be closed like I'm in a dream My hair will turn to hay - my life will stop refreshing, too I will be a drop in the ocean of people that expands every day I will be a fragment of the world I will again be the dust that once was the Chaos Who will I be? © 2014 burnhouseReviews
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