by arustamyananahi THE PHANTOM OF POETRY
STEP ON THESE PAPER PAGES!
My memories! Step on these paper pages! Your nests are in my brain's cells. Life may invent a saga. However it's a saga itself.
My ages! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are somewhere else. Life may invent a ballad.
However it's a ballad itself.
Miles! You have given your wings to airplanes. Do your legs belong to wheels and rails?
Life can invent traffic. However it's traffic itself.