Free verse № 40359
Parting the Curtains
Sunlight on a brick,
and the waters of my soul
wash across the street,
filling insanely it with people faces.
I turn again
and the world is very small;
it floats away on my tears.
Loneliness is a drug
and I am addicted.
5 comments
Yes thanks.
http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/
Or maybe not. Nice poem anyway
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