A poem is like the deepest off pitfalls,
in the brightest off days.
Strange,
but yet so nearby.
Inclusive,
but still so closed.

Embrace the power off the subconscious.
Even though diseases is to come.

Arise the feeling of submerge.
And do not exclude the inception too.

Then look me in the eyes,
tell me everything will be skies,
of those who are capable of crying,
before they all would be diving.