I have a premium ticket to the blues
Regarding different lifespans that follow clues
Into the whirligig of rotating feelings
Between meetings of translucence's eyelids
Of strangers who were with the routine bids
I sit on the premium row by the scenes
Watching the theatre and sticking with glue
Which fate's whirligig made a cool unconscious
So hard that I received the translucence's flu
Of random belief with naivety's accents
YOU ARE READING
The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
