The light that is shining through my window
That darkness that is getting into every vein of my body
The water that is washing my face
That water that is drowning me so far inside
The flower that is sprouting in every color
That color that is inside me is scattering somewhere
The breeze that just crossing me now
That is Getting heavy on my every breath
The man who is just passing by me
that idea that I'm not letting go of it anymore
The first word that my tongue is saying out now
That last words that I'm writing here
The greeting for which I was just giving my hand
That distance that I am now keeping from all of them
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
The light that is shining through my window
That darkness that is getting into every vein of my body
The water that is washing my face
That water that is drowning me so far inside
The flower that is sprouting in every color
That color that is inside me is scattering somewhere
The breeze that just crossing me now
That is Getting heavy on my every breath
The man who is just passing by me
that idea that I'm not letting go of it anymore
The first word that my tongue is saying out now
That last words that I'm writing here
The greeting for which I was just giving my hand
That distance that I am now keeping from all of them
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