Posted by: pax
The mind wanders
a word and the thought imagines
a great will and a way of being, living!
I see happiness dressed of harmony that mocks me. I ask life for a ray of it's peace
that may light living's emptiness',
that incomprehension
that solitude aren't for me,
I see the colours of my smile: I'm alive. Other than my sadness.
Written on thursday september 6, 2012