Here in this darkened room <br />Everything is a wonder <br />No walls, no ground, no roof <br />Just hands, a pen and a paper <br /> <br />The idea is to bloom, <br />When all words join together <br />Lifts me up to the blue moon <br />A kind of “self-chase matter” <br /> <br />I’m gonna cry very soon <br />For my soul can’t take this pressure <br />Tears will be shaped by the mood <br />Then all things will be clearer<br /><br />Waseem Sherif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkroom-2/
