Painting By Shihar Hamza
the snow melts to smoke,
where angels meet,
And there comes a storm
that settles inside a home,
and water
leaves.
i wish i was never made of water.
...
Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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