描述
Rays of light
Emanating from the soul
Wrap, in a moist embrace
Debris of pain
I cry
Like the child I were
Who, feeling the injustice
Cried for a fair world
Made by wolves
For collarless dogs
For trees without saws
And happy clouds
In which flocks of wild birds
Who ignore borders
Play hide and seek
Tears are golden
They carry with them
Sediments of souls
Fertilising our being
To better grow
And teach us to see
To feel and hear
With our heart
Instead of relying on
Our blinded spirits.
I weep despite the masks
which I wear daily
To face the inhumanity
Of mankind
My sobs are my strength
The pure golden expression
Of my inner realm
The rivers of my world
The warm meanders of my thoughts
Made visible and palpable
And more.