The sunrays
are dancing
on my table.
They are
warming my
hands, pencil, paper.
I am pouring
pieces of my soul
onto the paper.
To calm down?
To be fulfilled?
I want to be the
medium, tunnel, transition.
Between
the light and
the perception of this world.
To make everything
seem
lighter,
easier,
better.
To be a part of such a
beautiful process
called
life.
Even
when it's hard.
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The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoetryThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
