Stranded light
Weeping joy
The pain of things that come together
The box that shuts everything inside
I can’t find
I try to catch the music
It slips between my fingers
Caresses but never stops to see
I need it.
The smell of rains
Those old spectacles
Cloudy glass
I take to never give back.
3 comments:
I love it. I've never been good at analysing such poems, so I don't know what was going through your head when you wrote it, but it speaks volumes to me, and can apply to my thoughts as well. If that makes sense :)
I love your poems these days. I mean, the poems you write these days :D
you always have been more encouraging than i really deserve :)
i love you
You stupid jack :)
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