marți, 13 martie 2018


Behind the wet windshield
beneath the pouring clouds,
I saw a little girl
walking carelessly
under the disbelief
of everyone hiding
between 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 rain

This morning
I stepped
on the happy street
of my childhood

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