It's not the screen that diverges us,
I suppose it is uncertainty,
It is time who decides;
I am just here to wait for miles.
A smile draws from your lips
Soothes my innermost through rumbles
Liquefying all the swarthy clouds
Inside the veins of the clutter volts.
Brilliant clouds up in high seas,
Smokey and murky horizon before me,
Clamorous whispering of buddies,
Butterflies bolting towards the day.
My presence is nowhere in history
Not even in the showroom where my feelings lay,
From afar and in Milky Way
My admiration will go through the currents.
It's not the screen that keeps you away,
It's the distance as they say,
It is downing all my expectancies
But still want to hope for more days.
YOU ARE READING
For Pablo
PoetryTo the versatile man That rouses my somnolent passion again, To the outlandish guy That charmed my crafts and sentiments right now, To the skillful gentleman Who let me believe in my capacity, To the appealing man Who reminds me to always be the bet...
