Marcus Nalgaber Posted July 4, 2022 Share Posted July 4, 2022 (edited) Where are my hands? maybewhen night and day are already companyloneliness becomes a visit that does not botherand the lights and the shadowsare surrealist painters of lifemaybeI'm already a drawer of yesterdayin which others look for memoriesMaybethose strange birdsthat turn into wisps of black smoke as they come out of my mouth, are the silent cry of my thought, barren as a soundless instrumentMaybe Maybe Maybe Maybeeverything has a meaning beyond this sideeverything is maybe right nowa moment that more than a moment is a sea of questionsMaybe Maybe Maybemaybe I am the reins of my life but where are my hands? Edited July 4, 2022 by Marcus Nalgaber Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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