is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.
A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.
A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.
By - Jean-Pierre Simeón
By - Emaze
Fogs and Steems rises from before the clear sky of last night's and yesterday's rain. The chopper flies over because the wind does not blow and hasn't blown for days. First Wind provides electricity with windmills and solar panels. But will not pay me to wiggle my finger and instead want my land to put me in hell.
When the rain is called, when the sky clouds over, when the words of a stone are heard, because the voice of one who hears speaks them. Oh what an interesting world. The dreams were pleasant and the buckets full and what is the illusion anyway? To stand on the water and look down in it many times, many places while others gasp away.
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