i'm under the tree watching as the sun moves
from a place to another and in my head it might
explode any minute from now on.
i'm staring at the flower hanging in between the fence
and moving slowly as the wind kicks and absorbs its power.
it all looks natural by the law of nature of every creature and sadly
it didn't remain as that; it died.
years of changing in metamorphosis in the name of aesthetic, it
breathes, but not the air we all used to inhale.
No. it's something else, more addictive and dangerous as the
time flies.
it's love. endless love that gives it all to their nothing and dries
the wet in abyss of bliss. flower dies between fence without moving.
it's an illusion.
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
