Light Poem by Veronika Bitkina

Light



When the feeling is warmth
that inside
it just came from somewhere,
I don't know,
but you aren't my friend
nor my guide,
nor my partner,
nor I think that you'd care,
and we aren't the lovers
or dates,
and we're not
something called 'together'..
I don't know what we are
time just waits,
time is passing
like stone-maded feather..
I just feel it when thinking of you
this internal bright light
that inside
and I like it
it's warming me through..
very funny
who would have guessed..
it exist freely, out of weight,
not directed,
not framed,
elevated..
and it's free,
it's so warm and not rated,
can be shared with all people around..
I'm observer,
I have no control,
it's a gift
and I wish I could keep it..
getting colder,
light is fading and go..
you're not present
so light is not lit
giving warmth
to the world,
to the all..

Monday, September 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: light,love and life,present
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