When They Say That I Act
When they say that I act,
they know not I am (acting).
To reveal is not,
the point is to hide
The faces you see
are none but some masks
My skin's so tattooed
They don’t see the marks
(Luckily)
Some drops don’t fall
They are hinged to the brim
The chalice of lips
Spreads wide to contain
(I smile)
When they say that I act
They know not I am...
It's Time for New Dawn
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| Sleep: By Francine Chaderon; French Contemporary Artist |
My eyelids are heavy,
They're moist, they're glued.
A dream is surmounting
my tired conscience.
A caress, I need
some fingers through hair.
A kiss on my forehead,
some song from behind.
No questions on right,
no answers for wrong.
Put me to sleep,
Been awake for so long.
Just put me to sleep,
It's time for new dawn.
That dream has no sorrow
and nothing to lose.
Neither friends nor foes
only silence around...
No fears to bother,
No joy to chastise.
My dream has a peace
as pure as sunrise.
My wooden home
has no corners, no end;
Three feet below
and infinitely high
It rests away, Lord
from the world all alone!
Just put me to sleep
Free and Unknown..
Just put me to sleep
Tag :
childhood
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dreams
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English Poem
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existentialism
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Milan
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poems
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suicide
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The Dead Butterfly
