Half way in- half way out
Lips so soft. Grass so smooth.
They say 'the only way to trust a person is to trust them.'
Easier said then done but why not.
Another soul, up against the wall, up against my fate with no escape.
Can't turn off my air- poor lions with no fire. Poor ego with no crowd.
Pure light- slow sunrise.
Contradict the obvious, now that's just crazy or part of the process?
These two- shall last- this truth shall pass. Unique souls traveling to be known- or found. I caught truth by a tree. It spoke so loud and highly of me, why thank you universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem