Foolish thoughts

The sifter hazy lens
stings the eyes that filters light behind worn blinds
Here I Stand
and if I were not here I would be outside
contemplate a life that wants to
but does not dare to take a step out of its closed cage
like a bird that lost its bearing capacity
while waiting for a perfectly slow train to board.

My place


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