Andrea Domings

Look, Don't Listen

To be swallowed into oneís eyes
A world which differs from your and mine
Clocks that donít tick
Blinds of lightning appear
The world floods
With rivers of joy, pain, fear
We see the light fluttering
Soar into a sunset
Trickle down the drain
Changing as a blanket covers all
Forever, for awhile
It seems stitches hold eyes down
But maybe the beauty will seep through
Through oneís eyes again



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