Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

A poet.

The age of a newborn beginning, a light slowly arriving in the hands

A gift, a beauty, that is endlessly continous and magical with plans

Where it came from, the winter or spring, who knows how clueless I'll be

But suddenly I looked all around me, and that world that was made to see

Inside the heart, something sparked, a bit of hope and a gratifying pleasure

Inspiration, words, a rhythm of beats that bleeded inside me with a certain figure

So unknowledgeable, nothing to say, nothing to see, falling endlessly and blindly

However, a sneeze came along, a wish, that slowly blessed beneathe the ears lightly

In the soul, a wind was rushing and twirling like a ribbon unknotting itself

Shaking my hands, which was dancing nonstop with a best friend called pencil Relf

Taking all the advantage of my silly nonsense which suddenly turned to pure wisdom

Needless to say, opened the universe, galaxy, above the clouds, shadows, and the figures of nature rhythm

All the feelings form into a shape, with letters scattered around

Her mouth is silent, while her mind hushes, screams, and hears a sound

Out of the mouth comes an unfinnished sentence, and a pleased gesture

Uncomfortable silences, fiddling of fingertips, and a paper scribbled with mixture