Once there was a girl
Who never left the house,
So once her heart finds
its way home,
She'll be able to
welcome her on her arms
once more.

One day, heart will come
when she arrives,
She will tell her about what it's like to be out there.

She'll tell the story about how she met someone during the cold rainy days,
How nice he was to shelter her and made her cozy

And how he left because he thought she was too cold
And that he needed other things to give her a ***** feeling

And she'll confess about the moments she longed for his return and how the hope she once had flickered.

She will talk about
how she took all the courage
to go out that comfort
and how she was able to
pack all her strength to
head her way home.

And that she's glad to be home though not on time but never too late.

When you said
you wanted us an end,
my heart raced,
skipped a beat,
died a bit.

I was torn-
a little,
in two,
in pieces.

Forget about the
tarnished pages, tingy blues,
tattered memories, ties severed, a love that died long ago.

Papers stained of sweaty inks, tear scented poetry,
someone lives
between the lines-
you.

To trust someone
is something frail
you give others.

They break it with ease,
You're left alone to fix.

The stars need the night to shine
How perfect the velvet midnight under the dazzling stars is
How pleasant it is when we notice not only those that shine.

The rain needs sun
To be allowed an embrace to its mother nature
Only when they are together
The children of the earth endure.

Plants cannot bear fruits with only roots alone
It is when all its other parts share the work together
From Earth's gentle bossoms
life  blooms.

And we are the kind of halos that cannot soar alone
For each of us is an angel with only one wing
And we can only fly
By pair or more  if we embrace one another.


Inspire by the words of Luciano De Crescenzo

"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.”

To feel jealous
about something
you shouldn't be,

Is like tugging a
knot against
nobody

And trying to tie
it on your neck
so tightly.

May we teach our children
the love for the unloved things-
the bee and its sting, the out casts,
an ugly duckling.

Children who sense rainbow needs rain
and find muddy puddles fun
as much as they ran
under the warm summer sun.

And when they're grown,
may they see kindness
has no color, shape, nor size
To listen to unheard utters-
a bird's forgotten musings,
the wind's coldest sigh,
a breaking heart.

May they keep pacing with the slow
to reach a place where
all beautiful things glow.

And when they learn to
love the unloved things,
May they be fonder
Of all gentle things
And be the ones.