The smell of sawdust
Tell me what do you see
Is it little O me??

The mixture of emotions
that lay endlessly
hides my sorrows
tremendously

The constant noise
makes me wonder where
my soul might be, where the roots
where Angels do lay

In the northern side of life
with the sweet tears that die
stirring the rays of light
from midnight sun that cast
with the purest blood of divine love ...

Where the colored lights
shine so bright, even the smell
of sawdust, brings the nights
too days of purest height  ...

Debbie Brooks 2014