Barefoot, he strayed.
They called him the spoken wisdom.
The tongue of infinity.
His face is a bright universe.
A star among men.
Modest, you can barely feel his gravity.
Clearly, he is a redeemer with a challenging task.
I joined him one day, he was preaching to a group of young teens.
I asked him, are you the one?
No, no, my precious. I'm not your messiah, nor your devil.
I'm just a crossing human trying to perform.
Trying to defeat the sadness within our nature.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoesíaA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
