The clouds are drawing interesting things.
I see letters and faces,
Before the day turns gray.
Water falling from the sky
Washes whatever I have outside,
While the storm in my heart is devastating.
The eye of the hurricane is the most peaceful place.
Storms have name of women,
But my storm is called by your name.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...
