Poetry

Will I ever be able to live out of the darkness?
The mellow chase of a symbolic state of life.
The poetry on things, the poetry of love.
Your poems kept me alive,
reminded me that I am a beautiful being
translated to beautiful words.
Beautiful sounds and the beauty in you.

You believe in beauty.

I believe in you.

Poetry... The kindness of the sight,
the warmth of the heart.

Will you ever come back?
Will I ever be your babe?

Even after death,
you come back to make me sigh.