Do you know its me?
as whimsical
they flow
they turn
meander
ebb
throb
flow again
like tears
like sweat
like blood
Sometimes they get stuck
like a solid lump
and i sublimate
sometimes they stray
leaving behind
a big round vaccum
for me to look at
Sometimes they evaporate
as i flow
the sun kisses them away
to rest in stratosphere
the clouds come
to take them away
and they float away
to the faraway land and city
and fall
have you felt them
on your skin?
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Percipience
my poems are as abrupt as meas whimsical
they flow
they turn
meander
ebb
throb
flow again
like tears
like sweat
like blood
Sometimes they get stuck
like a solid lump
and i sublimate
sometimes they stray
leaving behind
a big round vaccum
for me to look at
Sometimes they evaporate
as i flow
the sun kisses them away
to rest in stratosphere
the clouds come
to take them away
and they float away
to the faraway land and city
and fall
have you felt them
on your skin?
Poetry by Deeps
Read 660 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2015-07-15 at 07:09
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