Today stars are falling
bringing the sky along.
Us seated on some plastic chairs
out, in the cold,
hoodies, pillows and a blue blanket
on our freezing legs.
My glasses on
almost clearly I see,
your face.
Now the chair you were on is empty,
this blanket is too big for one.
The stars ceased falling,
the sky is exactly where is supposed to be.
YOU ARE READING
He was walking in a forest
Poetrya collections of poems, about nature, calmness and tranquillity. This is a collection of poems about wanting to travel the world, finding your safe space embedded by boundless nature but also about finding the truth about yourself and kind but tragi...
