Darkroom - Poem by Waseem Sherif
Here in this darkened room
Everything is a wonder
No walls, no ground, no roof
Just hands, a pen and a paper
The idea is to bloom,
When all words join together
Lifts me up to the blue moon
A kind of "self-chase matter"
I'm going to cry very soon
For my soul can't take this pressure
Tears will be shaped by the mood
Then all things will be clearer
Poet's Notes about The Poem
'Darkroom' is in fact the name i gave my own room literally and figuratively.
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