Psychology

I wake up
in the mystery
of your presence.

You burn me
intimately. The hours
of consciousness

stretch like a
rubber of
realization.

Before the sundown,
are mortal talks of
busybodies.

Burdens are uploaded
from hearts to the
face of the day.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to Psychology

  1. mistersoto says:

    Love this.

  2. Pingback: Psychology ā€” chester maynes – chrismakan

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