somehow
being alive
means uttering
the random thoughts
and poetry
within you
hearing
the sweet melody
caught by the wind
and feeling
the warm touches
burning up
your skin
-k.l.p
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Thoughts of a Mad Person
שיריםCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
