The light


walking by the stream

listening birds how they chase their dream

Treetops swaying in the wind
scent of mowed grass
goes through my brain
lifts me up and
leaves me there
your voice brings me back
every sigh that you make
your eyes that shines so bright
in the night when I see no light
I stumble and I fall

full of scars and mudd

I don’t care I feel no pain
I can’t see you
I can’t hear you

I just feel you
healing my wounds

~ od damls na 29 aprila, 2012.

4 komentarji to “The light”

  1. Lovely poem that takes place deep inside you…

  2. Nature always has the last word.

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