Textures,
Curves,
Colors.
Scratches and lines,
I can’t understand.
Darkness that hides,
Unseen,
By the wayside.
Red and white,
Playing with my mind.
Maybe today,
I’ll see the world,
With eyes closed.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Textures,
Curves,
Colors.
Scratches and lines,
I can’t understand.
Darkness that hides,
Unseen,
By the wayside.
Red and white,
Playing with my mind.
Maybe today,
I’ll see the world,
With eyes closed.