{clarity}
look through your glass;
those beautiful marbles and
the universes swimming in them
a world of things to say
unsaid though deciphered still
while yet they remain a mystery
the sky dances with a natural grace
that I never could quite master
while drowning, this swelling feeling
envelopes and folds me close to it's breast
because we are unsuspecting kin
in something laughable
in that shining moment when everything
seems so whole, the only thing I know
is alienation















Comments
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Este es una poema
de la lluvia de Noruega
No puedo perder otro segundo
quiero ver el tiempo del mundo
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