The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality
Beautiful writing Anna. Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always inspired by Van Gogh, I enjoyed your write. I offer an invitation to read my poem, Artist Alone, also inspired by Vincent's brilliance.