Stories start with words,
songs play emotions,
and eyes deliver feelings;
they all grow flowers
on the tangled path of life—
as breaths, uneven,
shape the light in
grim deep shadows.
Against them, fights
an army—
in the acid rain that pours,
a sea of dissolving thoughts.
Their heartbeat changes and
it leaves the mist to swallow
minds—
just like an overflowing river,
clear,
bathed in the sun of
spring.
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Compass To My Heart (Wattys2015)
PoesiAs the song continues to play, enchanting my senses with another collection of musical sounds, I continue to dive deeper and deeper into thoughts, leaving them astray, to the point where I reach a state- n o o n e actually understands. ...Not even I...
