If a wake up in the morning
is feeling like dying crying crazy
There is probably someone something
that brings back to the morning
A blue sky as sub-humaners
fade away in the past
Flowers as the same pain dissolves
in this new human day today

Breaking in heaven 
at the moment of
love us in and out
When we break apart 
like strangers in the street
Not smiling home
is a so what gurgle
- when I think of you




Published by chameleoniantimes

Chameleonian Times, works by Helene Vanderhulst

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