Maybe Poem by david gerardino
Maybe
Pull up the blinds, throw open the shutters.
yell at the shadows to hide in the clutter.
look at the walls as they come into view,
see for your self, the reds and blues.
pull up the blinds as you drink that coffee,
laugh at that darkness as it runs to the door.
pull up the blinds and get a better look, then
dress your self in red and blues, maybe
even purple.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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