Other things that i am not.
Things that you are, yet wish
you were not, reduced from
Cheap stores to buy in what?
It sees them, in you, through it,
the you, as you watch through
the eyes, of the self all around.
It is in touch with the tear that
you cry on the street in despair.
It is, it is in the moment of time,
that you walk on bye, as a child.
it is the thought that you think, of
when you read the words in this,
that you stop to catch your breath.
To check your self, as your hands
flow down, just to make sure of it.
If I had the time to decipher this cryptic verse by Is It Poetry - I'd probably say IT AIN'T!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For those who read with their hearts...It is beautiful... :)