Pretending to be me
but I'm still me
staring at eternity
it's my middle name that's never changed
the middle ground never shakes
I move around and try to brake
unknown moves carry me to the lake
where sunsets look like marmalade
and blue skies are a tempests dream
I love you wind
you carry me beyond love
to the here and now
and leave me feeling like blue is
the truest colour on Earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and sweet it gives a nice feeling.carry on sara.