Thought tree

as far the floors
they are now wet so
you don't teleport through
doors sneaking towards
perfection the pictures on
the windows will always
show clouds as i am
hiding beneath gates
always in glass clothes
and there
you
are
to
lit
ever
y mind

(11 July 2008)

poem by Selenaru Negrea
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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