Poetry - Looking at Me
Like I forgot who I am
So when was the first praise?
White Strand on Hair
There is no reason to get rid of my admiration.
Looking at you .....
I do not care about the dust of the eyelids.
I clearly felt silence in my eyes.
The one who blows my eyes.
It's in my blue light.
Darkness is dark in my black eyeballs.
Looking at you .....
Just looking
Not boring
Only you can imagine.
Looking at you .....
Just looking
Slit corner of eyelid
Do not expect to see your eyes.
