The wind blows like it knows
what's in my heart right now
ample of unclear vision
trying to block my way of getting
a new mask for the new season
and a new task and a new reason
Trying to run away
really further away
from all these sheets
but they keep coming
Maybe it's not the time to ask why
neither to say yes to everything
or maybe the TV needs to be shut down
and stop pretending like a clown
Until then
the jokes will be funny again
and the stories
they're all going to be
interesting again.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2025 09:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem of a lull and maybe a new beginning. Nicely written
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