jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2015


green pastures,
birds singing,
bright blue sky...
 I do not dare to say it,
but I see no hope anywhere.

Terrifying, isn't it?
Once I used to write
strong wrongs that filled pages.
Now I've lost my inspiration,
no search for answers, not now, not anymore

Questions arise again
like they once did
They are stretching a path
to find the warmth of hope again

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario