A simple room: Poetry collection
A Simple Room Poetry Collection I have an emptiness in the center of my head, like a transparent well where I draw what I want to see. Dedicated to JP.L Observing Reality To manage to make a poem is like leaving planet Earth, almost impossible! Humanity has seen some leave and never return. But there they are, floating among the stars. Escaping gravity and dreaming awake in silence, will name your destiny forever. Looking at You Sitting on the couch, I look out the window, I think and touch your hands watching your reflection. From side to side I look through the window and looking, I see you, I see you! You are in my memories and I don’t know your scent or your farewell. I stain myself between walls and hang my gaze once again on the window. Poetry is legend Poetry is for the one who writes it, for the one who draws it, to be authentic and not lose the joy of laughing in silence. Poetry has no barriers that lock it inside a square. Poetry is giving without receiving anything in return...