Life
Down in a blue café with grey walls
I dream
I pray
As time waits behind the clock like a bird of prey:
Waiting for me to fall asleep
…………………………………………………………….
Death
I’ve forgotten where the doors are
And I’ve forgotten what insects do when they go near the flame
Okay, so I’m a tortoise turned upside down,
But what are you? Huh?
5 comments:
Nice, quaint words...
your words have a quaint quality to themselves.
they dont answer,they dont question.but just presents these sets of images that hit us in some weird quaint place in the head.
lovely blog.
*present
interesting way of phrasing the topic life & death! :)
"blue café with grey walls": Confused with it. Kindly throw some light on it.
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