I close every door behind
and I sit on the cold floor
with my mind's dark side
and through the window
of my wounded soul
I see a tired blue sky
and I don't know
what to think anymore
I just want to say goodbye.
through the window of my wounded soul I see a tired blue sky....despair expressed soo well.. wonderful imagination of the tired sky and the closed doors and the window view.. write more you have great power to imagine......... thank u. tony
A nice write.... Keep it up...10...you may like to read my poems too... Naila
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Good start, Theodoros. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks