Sense of doubt

I hear you breathing, your body close to me,
either you are sleeping or just pretending, I hear you breathing.
A new day breaks, still prisoner of my inadequacy,
discolored hindrance that fades in this fleeing harmony,
icy geometry of painful lines,
healthy carrier of unreasonable instances.
As some unknown birds, with their echoing lyrics,
seem to have the power to inject some doubt in you,
drops of uncertainty start sweating from your canvas.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Stefano Serri was born in 1965 in Sardinia.


Last updated November 21, 2021