Flattened as a patch-work
On the concrete road,
Merciless humans passing by-
Dumb,
...
Trust your love in my hands.
like a little sandy pebble-stone.
But then what?
What shall I do with it?
...
I'm still writing it :))
Freedom
Flattened as a patch-work
On the concrete road,
Merciless humans passing by-
Dumb,
Showing neither remorse, nor regret,
Not even indifference, cause even indifference
Is still something to be shown
And felt…
Showing nothing but emptiness-
Invisible, unreachable, untouchable,
Detached...
And the only sign of life around are
A few greyish-white
Feathers, free to follow the wind
Wherever it wishes to wonder.