Free, flying thoughts...

8/12/2016

Sometimes I feel like rust, sticking to old iron..
sometimes I feel like musk, sticking to old wood...
and sometimes more I feel like rock, sticking to the old mountain...
I would love to be like the ground, raising flowers..
like the wind.. moving seeds, making them visit new countries...
sometimes I feel like me, sticking to the past...
I would love to be like me... but sticking to love...
I'd love to be like a hug... sticking to you...

4 Comments

Denise

8/12/2016 08:04:32 pm

Beautiful and sad. I love reading your posts. They are always so real.
Thank you...

Ale

8/13/2016 01:29:09 am

many thanks to you Denise, always so appreciated!

Cristiana Cassetta link

8/13/2016 03:00:46 am

I love to read your wonderful words...I would to be many times in a different way....but sometimes the life is so cruel...and after a beautiful dream the awakening from it is so horrible and everything I dreamed become so distant.........

Ale

8/13/2016 03:06:52 am

Thank you so much for being here! Yes, life is hard, sometime.. and poetry helps us to look at it better, and to find the way..

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