with the heart

Aware

I am aware of what they are
I watch with my heart

A long corridore with many may rooms
An empty corridore with many many rooms

and I want to see
the trees in the skies
so I raise my head
I raise two of these eyes

the words
the black lines
on papers
many skies to look for

the words come from the inside
the lines come with the heart
from and back to me

 

 

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