Around the streets,
the thinnest wake.
And the windflowers
plead to be alone.
Everyone, suddenly sighs.
A new day has come,
and it does not rain.
The sobs change,
the earth doesn’t dare.
Life and paradise
become one.
Nature Overrules
Around the streets,
the thinnest wake.
And the windflowers
plead to be alone.
Everyone, suddenly sighs.
A new day has come,
and it does not rain.
The sobs change,
the earth doesn’t dare.
Life and paradise
become one.
A Wandering Poet 