different eyes see it
all in different ways
different types of perception
served on different days
for some it might be a blessing
one from the heavenly realms
one freeing ones soul
one you hope to see again
for others it's the sun
so beautiful and known
a familiar feeling
an everyday throne
the last one is a prison
the other side of the coin
for it is a customary
how they love and hate to join
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
