Under White Curtains
Could I be dreamingIn the face of waking life?
This drowsy existence
An addiction of some kind.
Could I feel the warm caresses
Of the candle in the dark?
Could I touch all of life's vitality
Without the bite of pain in my heart?
Under white curtains, under white curtains.
Poetry by Sharanya Venkataraman
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Written on 2015-08-20 at 18:16
Tags Music Poetry Depression
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