An artistic pottery
rotten on the inside.
A perfect crime
without an alibi.
A story the liars wrote
with smiles on their faces
and tears hardly hidden.
Faces with different sides
tell different stories
between
grins which sway
and eyes which break.
The question is
who can solve
all these
living
riddles?
-who can save all these
disoriented drizzles?
Hiraya.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
