there are so many
ways to be me..
as a prism i evoke
a rainbow of
colors….
there are so many to
be us,
so many, and i cannot
take that much….
you left, you came again,
you stay for a while, and
before i wake up you
are no longer there, …
i have no prison for you.
i have no garden too.
all the parts of the house
are doors, and so many
doors.
i keep the light at the
back door open.
you switch it off when
you come back.
i do not watch tv anymore.
i take walks for my sanity.
i touch barks of trees for
the healing of my soul.
under the tree, i sit and
watch a stretch of plains
wrapped so well with grass.
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