Without My Glasses

J Jim Yerman Jim Yerman
0 Altın Yaprak
I like to walk without my glasses for then my world's a hazy blur. Nothing I see is crystal clear it's all a bit obscure. The longer I walk the more all objects and colors interplay. It's as if I'm walking through a world that was painted by Monet. When I see people on my walk whether or not I know their name I cannot tell their color, their sex or their religion for they all look the same. Which means just like in a library when I'm searching for a book I have to withhold my judgement Until I have a closer look. Which also means and I know in the world we live in now this sounds bizarre but I can't judge people by what they look like I have to judge them by who they are. So I wonder… Would our world be a happier, more peaceful place if we somehow found a way for all our eyes to see the world like a painting my Monet?

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.