I Understand the Soul
As a poem
It isn’t a word that gets lost in the wind
It is marked on the rocks
It lives, it breathes, it craves
Just as a thinker, a dreamer, a being
Shouting out that exists
And although sometimes…
It can be thrown in any book
From any library, any shelf, any bag
Buried under the dust of time
In any corner of the world
Looking for an (un)known path
When finally an ordinary reader
Finds it, meets it, understands it
The “poem”
And without a word…
Cleans the dusts away from the “suit”
Looking the time at the watch
Asking for the date, so long
And says:
Finally, perhaps you don’t know...
But you were waiting for me.
Someone who understands the soul
Your “poem”
It isn’t a word that gets lost in the wind
It is marked on the rocks
It lives, it breathes, it craves
Just as a thinker, a dreamer, a being
Shouting out that exists
And although sometimes…
It can be thrown in any book
From any library, any shelf, any bag
Buried under the dust of time
In any corner of the world
Looking for an (un)known path
When finally an ordinary reader
Finds it, meets it, understands it
The “poem”
And without a word…
Cleans the dusts away from the “suit”
Looking the time at the watch
Asking for the date, so long
And says:
Finally, perhaps you don’t know...
But you were waiting for me.
Someone who understands the soul
Your “poem”
By:
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Age:
26-30
