Cold, And Distant. Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Everything is cold and distant
No love to be found
I walk the grey, streets to see the jeer on the faces of passers by
Everything is, extreeme black or white
No colours, siena, azure sepia, magenta, sun yellow
Every shadow, dies in the sunlight, there is peace in the forest, in my depths
Under casiopea
The purple, violets, deserve my attention, my composure and love
I have a right to exist.
Better times wil come
When we dry ourselves after the storm
The sun will come out, the foamy waves, are eternal, and the strenth love provided to me, replenishing.the stars, that shine, above
Are earths witness