Your eyes are moving like charcoal
just as the surrounding exhales
when benches of hape comes in different shades
sunglasses fear your every move
the pencil are drawing, with pulse
your eyes are making a sudden breath in purple
Poetry: Benches maybe cry
10 söndag Aug 2025
Posted in Yolanda - författare / Whriter
Yolanda and her creative scream 
scifimike70 skriver:
Curious words. Especially: “Sunglasses fear your every move”. 👍🏻
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Yolanda - Aspergers syndrome - Poetry - Photography/edit - Art - Mental illness skriver:
Thanks ^^;
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derrickjknight skriver:
Eyes are the windows of the soul – we choose whether to reveal them
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Yolanda - Aspergers syndrome - Poetry - Photography/edit - Art - Mental illness skriver:
Okey, thanks
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beetleypete skriver:
I have sat on many benches when I was out walking, and often sensed the sad memories of those who had sat there decades earlier. So I understand this.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Yolanda - Aspergers syndrome - Poetry - Photography/edit - Art - Mental illness skriver:
Thank you!
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scifimike70 skriver:
The empathic and intuitive sensations that we may get when being places like benches where others have been before are food for thought. Especially how they influence our creativity with art forms and poetry.
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Yolanda - Aspergers syndrome - Poetry - Photography/edit - Art - Mental illness skriver:
Thank you for sharing your thoughts (:
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