Omar013 Posted August 31, 2021 Share Posted August 31, 2021 This is a prose poem (more like poem but no meter) Tangled, dusty, unclear a million colors--apple leaves-- lots of thoughts, too much delicacy, thin like the air in April. So much violet fantasy, too many petals in the street... When emotions become a person, when the light becomes everything and the eyes blind the ears, these are the days when walk the trees. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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