Yesterday evening I walked alone,
above me only the Moon and Stars
looked at me understanding,
they helped me say aloud,
what my soul felt so long
it´s time to go....
But not afraid about me dear friend
there was whiles before,
I felt myself maybe worst,
always I able was stand up,
brush of the dust,
lick up my wounds,
go ahead on my way,
be full of love,
and smile :)
(c) shipka
Great write, Maria. The sparkle can be felt. Keep the sparkle alive. It is the voice of our soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the poem.It reflects one of life's worries that should not really bother any one who knows that earth is a transit camp.Keep writing.Please read my 'Two', 'My Best Friend' and 'Forever'.Thanks and all the best.