I fell in love with the clay first And then the apple made me chuckle So, I ate it with someone.
I fell in love with the eating.
I then saw butterflies like souls Playfully flying in circles I fell for their flight.
But there was more to the clay than I knew My eyes mesmerised by its variation: I now loved it in all its shape and colour.
Man’s a fool and so was I, we never have enough Was I not? For when a tiny ring rolled to me Stretched from time’s beginnings I felt no fear, no anger, no loss. I fixed my gaze upon its edge And knew I fell for something else.
One day I looked upon my past and present lovers An object, an action, colours, time’s tiny circles Came to realize between me and them was, A matter of a circumstance.
What was the chance To fall in love With everything I said above, Summed in one: A tiny man.
This right is a poem I wrote and posted on my social media pages (Facebook and Instagram). Hope everybody enjoys it. I took the liberty to attach the photo I made as I like to always post a poem with the photos I take as a secret story behind the poem, a symbol, a clue. (You can find the poem here: https://www.facebook.com/Capnobatae/photos/a.197997930836845/315949932374977/?type=3&theater )