In a red hood I watched the children play
Jumping in the puddles,
playing in the rain
The naive time was at my sight the time of innocence
where love was a vision and darkness was myth
In a red hood I watched our tree
that before growed happily
and now like the rain, turned to pieces
that rise at night and become the stars
In my red hood I watched the children play
because that was more than nostalgia
that was the time of innocence
where love was a vision and darkness was a myth
YOU ARE READING
His ink.
PuisiThis is a collection of poems, actually my first poems. And I'm not saying that this is my first time writting poetry. I did lots of poems that my teachers asked me as the other students to do but when was my first time writting poems from the heart...
