World That Seems And Not Seem... Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

At the buffet everyday objects

Bags, mobile, keys...

On internet reads her ideas

From shower dispersed in space her aroma

In frames stares her laughter

Melodies sounds selected from her

Some people leafs through albums of her life

Colorful clothes in the closet waiting

Bedside books stay unread

In the hall hanger, coats license

As emptied body

from purpose, dreams

In the fridge

Men in white looking cause

difficult task

Who sees internal wrinkles?

The house was crowded

with visible and invisible people

Their joy is not hidden

Cause passed their existance from her Love...

Cardiac arrest whispered...