The restless ocean is calm,
and leaves no questions behind.
There, at endless freedom, is no harm,
and every soul can go and find,
a glimb of meaning for their lifelines.
They are flying, but not moving,
they are standing in the sky.
I wish I could be with them,
so, I won't have to dream about how it feels to fly.
I wish I could solve this one,
but I'm scared I'll never do,
maybe after some time it'll be done,
and I'll learn again how to love somebody like you.
This one, I'm afraid, no one can help with,
cause there are fears, that can't be overcome just like this.
The hope lays in the sky,
they say.
Maybe its for that we pray,
and do everything to try,
to get away.
H.R.
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Some Different Words
PoetryThis is just some poetry written by me, for everyone who needs it. If you need a window to look out of your world or out of a place you are hidding in, just take a look and maybe lose yourself for a while.
