I wish I could've started from here.
Now it looks way better.
I guess looking at things from the inside,
quickly changing, moving and turning around
isn't always wise.
Sometimes it's better to look at things from the distance.
To look at them from the outside.
Slowly walking, as senseless noon
shoves cold wind in your face
along with the distant sounds
of the life you love and hate.
I wish I could've started from here,
looking at life from the outside...
thats a pretty poem! and a pretty picture
ReplyDeleteHi tere! Your poem it's very beautiful and I'm agree with the words of your poem
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