marți, 13 martie 2018


Behind the windshield
beneath the clouds,
I saw a little girl
walking carelessly
in the rain
while everyone else
was hiding
under the columns
of a passageway

Freedom was
holding my shoes in one hand
feeling the droplets
on my cheeks
seeing the reflection of my feet
in the puddles
loving the warm shower

This morning
I stepped
on the happy street
of my childhood

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