Waterfalls.
Family and farm animals.
wild country life.
A bummer feeling that feels like eternal
That's how I see my memories.
they always seems like an afternoon sky.
Colorless but beautiful.
Black and white but happy.
sepia, white hot forever.
I'm driving this car with no control
Just to get at home earlier to greet You.
I miss You. I miss your way to cultivate those plants
Under that old oak in front of our farm house.
I love this life.
This world, once in a while, makes me cry
It uses to drive me emotional
Just like You did.
Now I smile with no fear.
I allow the nature to talk to me
Whatever I'm needing to listen to
And now I know what I do.
I do need to listen to You.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon That appears at Cold Dawn
PoetryThis collection is formed by some poems and little stories that I wrote throughout 2020, a rough year, though. It represents what's inside and around me, what really builds me. With an ironic and protester vibe, you'll get to read what ignites on me...
