Nothing
acceptable enough
To be praised
In the light
No passionate
Red
Twirling dress
No official belonging
No state
No warm home
By the fire
Not even
The shadow
Of a shadow
Not a hint
Or a murmur
What is seen
What is heard
Not being
What it seems to be
Unknown
Among the unknown
Drinking the endless night
Until nausea
Caressing the soft shadow
Of your soul
2 commentaires:
Another amazing poem! Just love it!
Just saw your comment Gusha! Sorry.. Thanks a lot! So glad you like it..
Enregistrer un commentaire