CATCH From time to time I become a child again. I fly to reach my dreams. But some of the nights I forget how I used to be. I’m too awake to dream. I’m too weak to see. Waving road I must drive through. The upper hill Of the mountain to reach, And stay 500 years around. Far away, I see your face. Or is it just someone like you? All they tell me that I’m a grown up now. I shouldn’t know how to fly. But I’m not afraid To start over. I just look in the eyes of the blue sky. I imagine everything stays still for a lifetime. Misery is buried under The highest hill of the mountain, I’m standing on. My real life just begins. #artc#artflow#artcube#artcubeloves#artconcept#art_spotlight#artxbug#artxtalent#abstractogram#abstractart#abstractartexpressionism#colours#conceptart#concept_art#conceptualism#conceptualart#contemporaryartist#contenporaryphotography#modernarts#modernartwork#modernartist#modernart#NewContemporaryArt#visualpoetryaboutlife#visualpoetryphotography#visualpoetryphotographydotcom#poetrycommunityofinstagram#poertry#visualart#moonlime
