self-made poetry #part 1. About taste

For I know what I do not see

read from what your mouth is trying to hide

dreamy with my eyes stripping every movement

then this is real facts do not want to be disturbed

something floating without recognition

I'm a tree standing between the millions of winds you send

Am I looking to collapse? oh you grip the branch

even my branches and leaves brushed off every storm

if you want to close the day let the burden in your eyes

then dream is the gate to the new day with a smile next to you.