Friday, March 9, 2012

Soul picked

A little cluttered painting on the wall 
Picks the broken pieces of my soul
And I connect to it
Driven towards those empty painted eyes

How does it attracts over the years 
How does it love the seeker , beyond time , beyond reform

My eyes feel I have been here
Maybe I reincarnated
Or maybe I am the divided heart of the painter

This blue , red painting on the white wall
Reminds me of several moments I lost 
While trying to hold sand in my hands 

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