It’s not clear to me now why I made this poem almost ten years ago… maybe I got it from one of my dreams… I often have weird dreams, you know… yet, this is one of my favorites… I just wish the world can read this…
Have you been into another world
Where from nothing, comes another fold
The fold of being appears as it could…
Would there be a feeling such this yet untold?
Have you been into a dream of smoke and air
Where from nowhere, exists a man that’s so rare
The blew of air danced with his clothes so plain
Plain as he might, but in that dreams I knew him!
Have you been into another instance
Where somewhere, out there awaits an open arms
And at a gleam, you’re certain of a stranger
He’s there hanging even on the dump side of your life.
Have you been alone into your wildest dream
Where nothing in you is able to be seen
And when you look around, a mirror is there
At your touch, it’s broken… now lies your many self!
Have you been there into your deepest mood
That’s when you close your eyes, you can’t feel your heart
Then, when you look around there’s an empty box
Which never closes after it was turned it up.
Have you been there in the world of love
Where a stranger you see… not the one you love
Where a mirror is there… instead of your self
Where an empty box is found… why not your heart?
—- Teardrops —-
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