The wind seemed so brown
And looked like my childhood dollies
with brown hair and honey eyes
between my arms!!
But the wind may be was white
coming from the sky
blowing
the walls of my heart
making the color in my left side blue
but pink a
Lost Gallery
The wind seemed so brown
And looked like my childhood dollies
with brown hair and honey eyes
between my arms!!
But the wind may be was white
coming from the sky
blowing
the walls of my heart
making the color in my left side blue
but pink at the same time !
************
blows through the cracks of my bones.
Sneaking to my blood under my skin.
Reminding me with the rain that never stops to say Hi
even in the perfect season which holds the true wind!
And it can never touch the glass of my vision
waiting the wet feeling
against this tough screams of blowing
so hard and sad
. The wind still speaking by its whistling language
behind my closed windows.
Pulling the curtains through the cracks
of my bones in cold !
Leaving my face plunged to my lost land's soil
full of flowers
full of that winter's showers
but at the same time
I only see painted trees on the rocks
of my lost Gallery
That was given easily
For the love blowers
*****
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-23 at 08:31
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