2. CrackA Poem by Shalva KikalishviliThere is a crack on my windshield Just above the steering wheel. Every time I look at it. Mostly in the mornings And it divides view into two parts. I wonder " what the world looks like through that crack. As it is very tight crack my eyes cannot squeeze in. I also wonder what others see from the outside. My reflection? Am I also divided into two like them? Interesting. I know some day that crack will open wide And I will be able to see the world. But will they see me back? Interesting.
© 2021 Shalva Kikalishvili |
Stats
27 Views
Added on June 11, 2021 Last Updated on June 11, 2021 Author
|