EXISTENCE

EXISTENCE

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You ask me why I look up at the clouds

Why I stare at the stars

Why I long the moon

And why I seem to soar in the endless sky

I pity those

Who don't look up at the shamrock- chartreuse hues of the mahogany

And miss out the shimmering mist

Stand still with my face in the breeze

Close my eyes and feel its cold embrace

The cold has its unique scent.

It thrills. It chills.

Those who don't sit by the windows

In the evenings

And look out as the world unfolds

when the sky turns azure

The firmament turns pale

The world's asleep

That's when rise

The midnight sun shines so bright

Glimmering lives beneath

A thousand people

And a thousand tales.

I'm in love with the sky

Fly among the aves

Towards the endless horizon

Over the seas and the crust

Watching over, at the world

Walked barefoot on the grass

'fresh cut grass smells of distress

It smells of trauma'

Honey, then I must be a monster

'cause I fell in love with the coarse bermuda.

I'm obsessed with the greens and the blues

With the fragrance and the hues

I'm addicted to the taste

To your clasp on my waist.

The sky turns grey

Lifeless? Tranquil, I say.

Our stark accord

Dead. Tarnished. Desolated.

Give me your hand,

I'll show you off to the world.

Cheesy enough.

Show me your darkness

I'll light up a fire inside

Show me the celestial

And I'll set my soul on fire.

When the cosmos take over

In peace

And in violence.

The show goes on.


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