A poem of innocence

The water of Love,
You bring peace to hearts,
Your waves are soft and cuddly
Please stop the wind of wonder
From running into my skin
It bears passion and breaks my sleep

A poem of love/hesitations

A lake – full of tears,
A sea – full of dreams,
Wandering through thoughts
I have been touched by their naivety
I am looking for reality
My body slides through a mirror
I am wondering where my soul should be
But vanity of vanities removes my hesitations
And covers my eyes with a wing of wind

A poem of fragility

Touch me as my heart is open,
The wind is whispering to me,
My flowers are red.
Say something!?
You are binding me
And all my petals are falling apart

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I am following the waves,
I will swim through you,
Although loosing my petals.
A deep breath, yet naked,
I will rise on the white cloud

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You have stepped into my space
We are sharing one pain,
My voice is yours
And my body is in tears
We are looking for a door,
Although/yet the key is broken

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I am wandering between my shadows
They are singing for me.
I am touching the sky,
Can you hear me?

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One day you stepped into my Soul,
It was full of stars and yearning,
But you have passed through
And turned them off,
Leaving me into the absolute darkness

 My body is.

My body is my voice,
My body is my silence.
My body is my freedom,
My body is my prison.
My body is my experience,
My body is my naivety.
My body is my power,
My body is my weakness.
My body is my reflection,
My body is my alienation.
My body is my physicality,
My body is my absence.
My body is my contradiction,
My body is my acceptance.
My body is my pain,
My body is my inspiration.
My body is my vulnerability,
My body is my strength.
My body is my dynamics,
My body is my moment.
My body is my attachment,
My body is my flight.
My body is my fear,
My body is my safeness.
My body is my belief,
My body is my confusion.
My body is my age,
My body is my infinity.
My body is my agony,
My body is my healing.
My body is my skin,
My body is my nakedness.
My body is my richness,
My body is my nakedness.
My body is my torture,
My body is my joy.
My body is my pain,
My body is my happiness.
My body is my beginning,
My body is my end.
My body is my sensor,
Isn’t it?