In another world,
I will write a poetry that will not be about pain, grief, sadness or death.
A poem where spaces between words didn't look like graveyards of emotions.
A poem whose belly is filled with butterflies and pixie dust and not with every kind of ache.
A poem whose arms engulfed every sinner and painted each of their sin as a beautiful metaphor.
Someday I will write a Poem with a face remotely resembling happiness.
A face for which Picasso was resurrected from his deep sleep.
A poetry that is the result of everything that is left right in this world.
© Iymmahnuel
Nice
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