Where Is It? Poem by Fahri Tasim

Where Is It?



The music for me has stopped,
but i still float at a dance.
My soul was once robbed,
since then i wander in trance.
And i think and i wonder,
but i have no heart to bother.
It seems there no ugly persons,
to whom may unattach his reasons.
Merchants, athletes and charlatans!
We all master our freedoms like Peter Pan.
As we look through people's eyes
Our heart just gets wrapped with more ice...

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: world
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