Van Gogh's Ear


The space is blue
I see red birds in the fur of a man
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
I spread
burning wings
things are suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
shapes reality

This poem is about: 
Our world


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