Something genuine

I collect all my concerns

dammed behind the current.

Eyes light it is

Section blurred.

My heart has grown

branches in too many directions.

I love to hide in

while the heart by increasing the

behind the tree. Soon arrives again

autumnal beautiful nights,

over me and lights up the starry sky.

Moon again Crazy ears

whispers, show me

what hid behind the current.

Alone I walk here again

the earth slippery rock

strip. Is still inside

something genuine and pure.

I have wounded

the bear forces, and encrypted

comforting words of grandeur.