The Living Manuscript

I am waiting in vain.
Moments do not merge into one another.
Golden- colored leaves 
Warm wind in the rain 
It soaks the land.
Screaming children jumping out 
of the wooden boards.

Onto the bare 
Clear water
Devoid of any vegetation or swimming birds

-Headfirst;
Thinking that they are undefeated,
Immaculate,
Carefree,
Innocent.

And yet,from the moment they are born 
They already carry,a great burden 
on their shoulders.

What an overwhelming thought..
That everyone is guilty..
Guilty simply for existing.
Just like that.

         ,,To nature"
My beauty : 
I feel your words ..                                                     I feel your hart..
I feel your hands ..
I feel your love..

I feel your moisture..
I feel                                   
             The fragrance of 
                                  Your green depths.

My beauty :
I feel your words.
I know,that you are right.
I know,that you are always have 
         Always 
                      With
                                Me.

I am searching  
 I dive into the depths 
  Of my soul to inhale 
   The transparent deposit 
    That breath gives us.
      At the threshold of the thicket 
        Reflecting on the rays of 
           The Sun and pure dew 
              Or the tears of a child 
                  Who loved peace.

“Without control,,

There is no control over me
Nor do I dream it
I won’t pretend everything’s fine.

Abandoned like a wet rag
damp like a tropical forest
nearly trembling from cold.

The past year I considered successful
And the towel I’d put back on the chair
isn’t yet within me.

So whispered
my self.