The Writer of Unfinished Poems
I’m a writer or a so-called one I write poems, my unfinished dreams. Start with a blink, flow like a rill, sally through the rocks, die before it reaches his love.... When life teaches the rhythm of love everyone around enjoying the music I’m all alone in the crowd, words falling through my fingertips. Heart of a lost sailor, alone in the ocean searching for the special star to lead his way back home. Walking through this undesired world searching deep in my heart to find a reason to live, to start from where I left. Somewhere in my life, when the tide wipe my tears sitting in my armchair, writing my dreams again...