This Is Not The End.

I write my mood
on linen papers
while the moon is
red.

The boats
are floating on
dark blue waters.

Tangerine…

Background is like
a canvass in equal
shades.

I am no more solitude.

Sleep is not an
enemy and dreams
are supposed to
tell signs.

I can tell
the difference
between black
and white.

This is not the end.

 

2014

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to This Is Not The End.

  1. lydiaa5656 says:

    As always very impressive, the open lines tell the story. Well done.,

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