The White Rose

once i thought i was a flower
diaphanous  petals sheer ~ i chose  to be  one Beautiful Day with flowers 2!!!! Rose~
just because i brought one to home



was not my  and was not given to me
even in that way
once  ~i thought i was a rose~

i placed her on my cup
and She lasted only two days
and i did not understand….



how i could last for so so short time
~and that day i died a little~
and i still continue to die

the fragrancy, the texture, the color
the shadows…  they  are in my life

shuffled like cards and  falling down


but i know i am not that rose ~  I always knew~
i have not that rouge center
and all petals spread out for anyone to  see

that absorb and absorb
i am not  so white…..


Lost words

Lost words

it seems i lost my words
cof cof, sorry …
they are hanging on a tree
and don’t matter which is the size

~the time ~

my words, my inspiration
they are leafs now
but not in autumn because they never fall on me
i see a flowering, red …beating….but not in my coeur
not in my heart, not falling down to me
just hovering over my head
Hello i am here….
cof cof

Fooled heart/Misted eyes

I do not have no more
my tresses to play for you
they faded in each  year
like a tree in autumn
they just fall in colours
and fall in  tears, and fall in hopes
and collapse in  love ~too~
i dont know if that is good
i see all from a very high place
so ~so high~
maybe that is the theme from you
high and fall
how   could you catch me?
if i am fading
~now in blue~ and more and more transparent

i turned myself in a white-blue woman

for what? OH! I don’t know
just being changed with the autumn
~so many~

and forgetting you and forgetting me
in that deep dive white blue
and has my misted  eyes
that  cheat  my heart

so i will jump!
not in your arms but  i know I’ll l fly
after all
i have a fooled  heart
and a misted eyes

just turn your head!!!!

bird on

Thanks to you!

I have worked too much
and traveled a lot

and give to others what they need

but it is

like the world wants
put me away from dreams
and away from poetry
which requires me more that i can do

~and that ~
kill me slowly
and softly
but i will return
i hope
for my healing
and  always thanks you

for your support

with love
i say thank youImage