I shall live like a bird
And fly to the moon,
Seamlessly floating
From midnight to noon.
The rose which I am
With thorns so spiteful,
Disgraceful in air,
Shall look more mindful.
The acid is burning,
Destroying the temple
Without discerning
The world so ample.
But I'm a mirror,
And I will be clear,
Deflecting my fear
To the places near.
I need to move places,
To see many faces,
To run into races,
To solve many mazes.
I need to breathe freely,
To stop being silly,
To carry my burden
Relentlessly further.
To love if I may
Again have the blessing,
Lucky may I be
In this game so stressing.
My heart may be warming,
And strong and intact,
So my song is soothing
To you, my old regret.
YOU ARE READING
Coming to the surface
PoetryA slow, yet sincere greeting to the world through verses and emotions. A public diary meant to hold all the secrets of a person. Of myself. Trembling with excitement I will put my soul in every verse in future hope that I will be able to reach someo...
