Pondering
Sitting at a pond
there is a man, deep in thoughts
his skin made of stone
Fulfilment
The final drop falls
Onto the skin of a lake
Making it complete
Hope
Through a tiny crack
On a Grey street, a flower
Proudly lifts its head
The earth
A fountain of life
Surrounded by the endless
echo of silence
Life recall
My head plummets down
Onto the concrete, and dives
Deep into the past
Sweet memory
I think of our kiss
A taste as sweet as sugar
Always on my tongue
Sitting at a pond
there is a man, deep in thoughts
his skin made of stone
Fulfilment
The final drop falls
Onto the skin of a lake
Making it complete
Hope
Through a tiny crack
On a Grey street, a flower
Proudly lifts its head
The earth
A fountain of life
Surrounded by the endless
echo of silence
Life recall
My head plummets down
Onto the concrete, and dives
Deep into the past
Sweet memory
I think of our kiss
A taste as sweet as sugar
Always on my tongue