The question

The noise has stopped

Fragrance of pain has been erased

As I trace the origin of my past

My finger, drawing figures in the sand

The cooing of the birds above me

As I try to follow the rhythm of the water

Which tries to mimic the swaying of the trees and leaves

Mother nature,

Will you be of help to me today?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s