Black and White
The dark
he has no soul and doesn’t feel pain
it passes through walls and locked doors
he doesn’t even see them
he managed to capture the world
then he wanted to see
the immensity he masters
asked for and received the sight as a gift
so he saw the first sunrise
then he died for the first time
nice thought
come and enlighten
where the signs of love flourish
like a field of blue poppies
to be able to see
if I step among the flowers of the earth
or somehow I float among the flowers of the sky
Copyright © brinas mihaela | Year Posted 2024
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