It slows my hand as I brush it through the blue and clear,
It creates a certain silence and in its elegance, it is okay not to hear.
My hair is lighter; my body has no weight brining me down,
The gravity is non-existent, as is my fear to drown.
The green creatures beneath me are unmoving and so I graze them with my feet.
The tingles from my actions on their flat shells make it seem like their hearts do beat.
I enjoy the cool warmth, until my mother, distorted and inaudibly speaking,
Annoys me by interrupting the beautiful silence I'm seeking.
I close my eyes and enjoy the still, refined world around me,
Until I must return to the real one I belong to, but do not wish to be.
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Coffee House
詩歌Every morning should start with a coffee and a poem that means something. So, here are some of my own pieces that I hope mean something to the person reading it. I read books to escape the world around me, but sometimes the books are too long. So...
