Posted by: Daniela Cesta
in Poems (Personal Poetry)
Sometimes I want to be, ethereal and transparent
and fly over forests and valleys,
on the surface of the water rushing streams,
while the wind caresses my bare skin
and play with my hair tugging
and pushes my whole body ecstasy,
I wish I had the wings of a butterfly,
smell the flowers in spring
roll in the clouds summer
and swoop down on the cool grass,
observe the solitary eagle’s nest,
smiling at her proud strength,
from the sky to enjoy the beauty of the earth
with his moods, tastes, smells,
free from the daily pain,
away from earthly violence,
greed of human beings, who looks no creation.
while listening tothe silent cry of nature defaced,
of this land abused, not loved,
and then fly to the sea, to save my tears
But my tears fill with salt water
pouring slowly from my eyes.
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