Earth’s noises haunt me in the early morning darkness from night.
People a few, driving their vehicle to nowhere.
At least in misery of the starting day.
The trees can’t even sing.
They cry in agony for a long time now.
It’s hurting listening,
but I can’t cut off my ears.
M.P.Yasmine
My love
The love I’m able to share.
Buried in world’s deepest grave.
It does not take a single man or all.
To dig up my purest.
For it fits well in the darkest of Earth.
In the core of existence.
My existence.
M.P.Yasmine
Earth
Earth must be wonderful.
Looking at it from above.
In the stillness of masses.
The perfect balance between chaos and serenity.
M.P.Yasmine
Clouds
The ground shakes beneath my bare feet.
Blades of grass tickle my toes.
I look up to see the comforting sky.
My mind falls back into ease.
As I watch gently giants slowly go by.
M.P.Yasmine
Universe
Sometimes the moon hits me on my face.
While clouds smother me.
Shooting stars scratch my itchy skin.
And being present on Earth kills me.
M.P.Yasmine
Mother
”Uploading writings about my mother feels like I’m polluting the Earth.”
M.P.Yasmine
New theory
James,
Let me take a look as well.
Bring peace to my restless mind.
Let historians and their visions dwell.
A peek at the sky.
Before my big bang will arrive.
One deep view before I die.