Pieces of me
Who I am? I do not know.But take my hand - I'll try to show.
See that beautiful white dove?
It's my love.
He has flown away in sky
And said: "Good-bye".
See that gloomy knight with blade?
It's my hate.
No mercy, no grace
On his face.
He holds in hands a newborn -
It's my scorn.
Whom it will become, who knows?
But it grows.
See a girl from all aside?
She who dressed all in white,
Therefore she looks like bride -
It's my pride.
See that shining piece of ice,
Whose reflections blinds your eyes?
It is melting, slow and hard...
It's my heart.
See in air a pale ghost?
It's invisible almost,
And appears to disappear -
It's my fear.
Look in skies, you see a star?
It's unattainable and far.
Sometimes things ain't what they seem -
It's my dream.
See the scattered darkness clots?
It's my thoughts.
They chaotically jump -
What a dump!
One more thing I have not told -
See a cloud, dark and cold?
Many clouds, but it's sole -
It's my soul...
I hope now you can see -
Will gather pieces - it is me.
Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 19:44
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