It was a cold night.
I was lying in the cold hard ground,
watching the sky.
It's like a big blak veil.
Without moon, without stars...
Without life.
I was lying on the ground,
searching in that big dead sky
a sing on any hope,
a sing of a star.
A sing of life.
Then I heard footsteps,
like a drop of water
falling in a big lake.
soft, almost....
impersectible.
You hold my hand,
and you stare at the sky
while I gaze at your eyes.
And in that big dead sky
you found a star.
That's what you did in my life.
In a deep dead soul
you found a spark,
a sing
of a little hope.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hidden Writes
Poesíahere is where I'm going to post some of my little thoughts... some in english some in spanish... hope you enjoy them GIVE CREDITS IF YOU SHARE PARTS OF THE STORY :) aqui es donde voy a subir algunos de mis pequeñas escrituras... unas en español y...
