stranger on peace

asphalt

It wasn’t easy,
But slippery
As mud would make my soles
After a downpour

Descending from those heights
Onto a plateau
Where shelters of life
Are promised to those
Tired like me
Surrounded and yet, dear

I was noticed by love
Alone,
Captured
Left with a luck only for
Fortunates to diagnose
That it is joy

But even in winters, it’s easy to cry
Morons choosing, the rains
Blanket a fireplace
Hoping
To conserve a heat,

Till it burns down a house

moreandmore

very very nice, asphalt.
a pleasure to read

thank you


i can "see" myself in here, with one exception: the last verse. i don't do that (anymore)... i think... we'll see

i think your words are a delightful piece introspection, well written with twists one needs to ponder to grasp. very well done