The girl in the mirror

Is it me?
She’s only a reflection of my inner thoughts...
She stares at me, as a disfigured face ...
as a Chinese shadow on the wall...
a lost creature in this wide world...

It is me, 
I recognize the sparkling glance
In a glimpse of counterfeiting hope
Hang around in golden chains
As a solitary spirit chasing its place...

The beauty of nature

 

The spring blooms in every flower and every tree

The  wind whispers softly to me
I’m lifted by this gentle breeze
suspended in time, ravished and freeze

Before the splendor of nature, leaps my heart

How  this majesty can be cruel?

so gorgeous to hurt, so perfect to upset

As a poisoned dart or a sparkle jewel

Butterflies fly away, bees drone far

A sweet melody melts my gloomy thoughts

But, when it ends the sound of melancholy always replaces.

In the park

Ancient trees and decadent statues
Desolation in the green grass of the past
Muddy puddles show the path
While black unleash dogs, run
To white scarped ruins.

I walk alone in the ominous mist
The cold wind of winter freezes me
The sound of a sleeping nature
The wind, the rain and the rustle,
It is all part of the vibe of Universe.

Snow

The snow covers all around me...
No more to say, just catatonia.

To the top

The road is long

The march is painful

Feet hurt

Muscles are tense
Legs don't hold up

An intense sunlight burns my eyes

I keep moving to the top

The air becomes rarefied

I want to breathe but I cannot

I sit next to a rock
I look up to the top

I know I have to walk

Many miles and more

I get up and I carry on
To the top of the sky.



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