Words and works, of Poet fine,

Time and kicks and hurtsMake you learn and discernThat all your toldMay not be true,And that life is notAn open, upward Rocket.

Trembling with joyJust as the first timeI read.The heart doesn’t forgetWhen touched by glory,It stays,Forever wed.

Dictatorship and power, paralyzes,Whatever good, we should become.

Feel good all over,As if for the first time,You felt,The love embrace of the blue Sea’sVastness, and beauty,All ecstasy.Tenderness,The rocking of a cradle,A new life that comes to be,A cry for immortality.Tenderness,The most elusive of feelings,Passion turned into serenity,Sensibility’s window,Indispensable part, of Love’s story,The sweetest of sentiments, Glory.

A FeelingThat becomes,Healing.

Is it sadnessIn reality,That pushOur many themes?Looking,For the impossibleDoesn’t even pay,Even if dreamWe may,Because lifeJust doesn’tWork that way.