What we're made of ?

What we're made of?

Perhaps the

invisible obvious,

Of human

misunderstandings,

Silent and hostile

stares.

We are made of

Silence,

Silk paper and

Aniline.

The colors of mine

Country.

We are made of

Fondant,

Flavors of the

Earth, and brow

Sugar.

Fleeting desires of

Cotton candy.

Illusion, hope, and

Cardboards,

This is discolored

Full.

We are made of the

Breeze, and dream,

Of pure nothing.

We go away at night.