The beautiful page
The image
Of the bunch of the books
Under the warm armpit
The molecules
Coming out through the nostrils
Into the air
What a charming delight
In the pores of the body
Where did the parks fly off
I look for the wind
That have blown them away
Beyond redemption
And those black board and chalks
The windows red and pink
The turquoise ink
The blinking blue hazes of time
A blurred paradigm
We build to break
No deep breath
Whispers the breeze through the chime
________________________________________
April 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
The beautiful page
The image
Of the bunch of the books
Under the warm armpit
The molecules
Coming out through the nostrils
Into the air
What a charming delight
In the pores of the body
Where did the parks fly off
I look for the wind
That have blown them away
Beyond redemption
And those black board and chalks
The windows red and pink
The turquoise ink
The blinking blue hazes of time
A blurred paradigm
We build to break
No deep breath
Whispers the breeze through the chime
________________________________________
April 20, 2018