My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


I came to this familiar place
in the morning
without you.
Sitting in this chair
soaked with sunlight
by the window
without your quiet smile.
Don’t know why i feel lost
i’m an iron stone
it’s hard to explain
your attractiveness
perhaps you’re a magnet
or a gentle trap
in the road
like a sentimental cloud
crashing into the
tender mountain
in the vast darkness
i’m trapped
in clouds
unable to find
the way back.


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