UnderwaterA Poem by Ana B.Eyes closed. Even
the peace is mute I wonder if that’s
how death sounds … Yet most likely
it’s my mind’s tired platitude Hovering behind
my unruly thoughts…
Bubbly piano in
perfect harmony Cluing me in
about what I fail to see - The undecipherable
beauty’s astronomy That makes this
existence to be
Comely... Mystique… Ending abruptly When hearts
learn how to speak… And like a fire
bird I spread my
wings Completely unconcerned.. Tickled by the
wind…
Embracing the
flames - The next level’s
portal Leaving this
familiar domains And this body that’s fragile and mortal
But my thoughts
will never be.
© 2016 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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