The World Through My Blurry Eyes
The world is so clear now
Blossoms bloomed brightly before me
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Sun shining spectacularly in the sky
The summer is sending solace to my skin
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I wonder what world is waiting
If I take off my spectacles.....so I did
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Green grasses of the ground gets grained
As it ascended above and across alleys
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Familiar faces faded from the facade
Their bodies became blurry brittle sticks
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Walking and wallowing as they wander
They moved like a paint across my wide canvas
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They faded along the green grasses
Across the harsh strokes of pine trees
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Through soft strokes on the meadows
A mixture of yellow, red, and orange tint
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The red paint started getting bigger
As it embrace every evergreen entirely in the field
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The paintbrush moved faster
Red paint covered the whole canvas
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I wore my spectacles again
The world was on fire
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I took off my spectacles
I see an abstract art before my eyes
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Despite despondency and disappointment
The world is a beautiful painting through my blurry eyes
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The Poetry: Figures Of Speech
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost These are poems from the heart that uses different types of figure of speech.
