Poems from Sambam098
Mountains heal our depression
Countless tears equal the countless pills
Music notes melt
Cords fade
Stack of books in your philosophical...
I’m afraid the wind will steal my lips
I’m afraid someone will cut off my fingers
I’m afraid of long stacks of papers
Afraid of long hills...
You wanted us to feel your art
Your paintings were letters to us
Your illness was for our understanding
The Potato Eaters
Wheatfield with...
Imagine the world in the hands of a child
Looking down with confusion
Doesn’t know if it’s a ball
Or protect it from wrong
Imagine the...
A flooded tub stands in the center of
An illuminated chamber
Filthy, ink water covers the upper surface of the tub
Water drips down the...