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Looking through the window of my kitchen floor

thinking how it is to breathe again,

out of nowhere time turns old,

and what I see is hollow frame.

Eyes turn red and big and blue

- that's what only matter

in this space of open room

where they helter skelter.

And some people smiled, other just turned grey,

I wonder is it hard to die on sunny day,

wasn't easy, we can better - man from mist will say.

And mind is in my hand, he tries to understand,

but he will never can.

I only seem to know colors that I see

and sounds surrounding me.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

thinking how it is to breath again. That's very a thought provoking line - a mental coming out of darkness type line. Well done.

[isus]

im glad you find it good, thank you :)

[Rita L. Sev]

This piece has a great rhythm, and a dark mood. Well done, Isus!

[isus]

thank you :)

[Hypnos]

Very well done my friend.

[isus]

thank you man :)

[Ciara Di Salle]

This is so well rhymed! Flawless rhythm

[isus]

oh, thank you very much my dear :)

[Priya Malini]

A really beautiful poem. Would like to read more.

[isus]

thank you on your words, i really appreciate. there will be more don't worry :)

[rankoranko]

I would really like to read some more of your poetry, this is such a masterpiece to me

[isus]

thank you :)