Wind by Ann WoodAfter the wind the sky is transparent.
She has lost all her rain.
I'm trying through a cloud to jump
in this world - ridiculous and alien.
I'm trying to be like ... everyone.
But something is not enough for me.
My veins are softly flowing
tears of ships, stars and mussels.
And there is no one to know
to hear everything I tell him.
I'm lost in the middle.
One half is empty.
And I still can not find the place,
in which I want to stay.
In the hearts of men is narrow.
And with bumps that make wounds.
I choose to stay in Silence.
But with one idea happier.
Because I already know that with the wind,
the rain illusions and lies go away.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2019-06-24 at 15:06
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