poetry corner 039 – Silver bell.

I’m nothing.
A bottle of joy.
Copper wiring, and the key of D.
I am virtually an enemy.
I see you, and you see me.
I don’t know if it’s the cold air,
Venomous, these palm trees.
Grandiose, this piano.
Playing with or without keys.
I only know I’m empty;
I catch the breeze, in-tuned; I’m redefined.
I
Walk
With
Solidarity.
In
The
Corners
Of
My
Mind.

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