I dwell near the blue sea
in my dreams with irises
I reached out to touch
it fell off, my hands
You, came with love
I touched those blues
shimmering blues
I kissed your eyes.
Finding myself among the rummages and pieces. I need to see myself again, not from the mirror that hangs o nthe wall but that hangs within me, the true me or blunt me or bad me or sad me, Me the fair of all, I know me better...