Torn Papers

Something pulls me into these pages,

Cold, empty, hungry and silent pages,

They keep calling me, telling me “write”,

A struggle of fishing words, a ridiculous fight.

*

Papers, empty torn papers, sad trees,

Nature is calling with hives and bees,

Rivers flowing, wind blowing, I’m lost,

What about the torn papers all over the coast?

*

Confusion with nothing to gain,

I see your smile hiding behind your pain,

Getting to know is like reading a book in darkness,

A precious book that you keep reading, endless…

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19 January 2013

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