Let It Be - Poem by bacila simona
Fog wrap the city in mistery of love,
steps run trough tunnel to dissolve
heart in a fizzy drink that pinch lips,
those texture are alike smooth figs.
Open my coat for feeling the cold
to make heart be taken by field
of pure snow from highest mountains
and glittering in white of swans.
Let it be the music of seven notes
in heart, caress within deeply cells
bring useless tears to feed the ground,
once filled with sparks from beyond.
Let it be to make it happen, lovely heart
breath as for the first time you chart
the new self of your endless being,
taken in gentleness of God’s feelings.
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