Locked in the sameness
Of everyday. Even the weather
Does not change- summer
All year round, it does not allow
My skin to adapt to changing seasons
Nor does it let me feel
The weight of history and nature
On my hands when I press
My palm flat against barks,
Against walls hundreds of years old....
Is there not more to life than this?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
From the bottom of my heart
Poesiamy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
