Staring at those stars inside this room
figuring out how flowers bloom
could there be any instance of oblivion in that sky?
or obsolence of flowers saddens the eye?
Questions that comes from any bridges of life
will it stay as wonder or will it gone strife?
then it traps me into a box of a certain thought
no questions! in this hint of affection I got caught.
Paolo Mikel Moro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/euphoric-pages-ii/
