A small book on her tiny hands.
She's cozy.
Wonder what's going on her mind.
Friends ask if she's going out.
She's busy.
Will stay at home without any doubt.
Lions roar outside.
She hears
Is there a place to hide?
Sunflowers don't follow the sun anymore.
No one cares.
But the dark advances more and more.
Stars miss those old good days.
The wind cries.
In the past all it stays.
However, she remains calm.
With Innocent eyes.
Oh little girl, hope you'll never see the world die.
YOU ARE READING
Insomnia
PoesíaLet me touch the sky, have a sleepover with the stars and a deep conversation with the moon. Because feelings need to be clarified, thoughts need to be expressed and words are the connection between distanced hearts.
