I am the sea.
Sinking through the voices.
Developing posture.
Sweet caramel douche coffee.
A hint of the sunshine at 7am.
Colors expressed quite natural.
Shy through the streets.
Busy, race of all.
Sun shining within my poison.
The pigments of an artist in a corporate world.
Quite a contradiction.
Sun setting the interior notions.
The quiet minds of the day.
Loudly awakens the hidden.
Sunflowers are still beautiful.
Creating through the night sky.
As the moon is my outlet,
Written through the stars of that grace.
Of the streets that frighten the robots.
Justifying the hours that go by like seconds.
I am just like the moon.
But part of me will always be hidden.
- @90spoet
CZYTASZ
Drowning Smiles
PoezjaBeing in the mind of a poetry is a representation of a circus. Try entering the circus with your third eye open.
