by Charlotte B
Where do you come from,
where do you go?
Warm as the sunshine,
cold as the snow...
One minute happiness,
another in deep dispair,
In this way
you are so gentle,
and rare.
Everchanging deep
and careful emotions,
Thoughtful, easy,
mind provoking notions.
You are the rain
from above,
the wind from below,
the rivers deep waters
that does nothing
but flow.
Where to go now?
A heart aching
decision,
what do we do?
A heart's
aching mission.
In the past
I was searching for a
broken glass
for a diamond cut
just right.
Now that I found it
I have deep cuts,
And I'm afraid
to hold it tight...