Another another is not my aim
Here, this world is my claim
Here, this world is my claim
Everything hidden
Everything ridden, here
But the traveler's beats
Strong, fast & clear
Listening, screaming while holding a tear
Anger, love, disregarding fear
My sword,
My rafter, killing by
My another self.... back from water,
and row to find
my eyes are still blind,
with wonder,
with you, sitting beside
turning to another side
2 comments:
Very nice :) mysterious to an unimaginable degree... I get the feeling that theres something deep, more on a personal level. Glad to see more and more people are writing poetry :) keep it up ^_^ I'll be reading >:)
raven: thanks alot, well you are very right, because this piece is attached to a very long poem or you can call it story. and mainly about the question of here and there :) ...
it is something you feel when you experience manual developing of photographs in a dark room. where you get the image of the whole world in such confinement
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