Feeling the breeze around the trees
Without violence, such of respect,
Looking for a thunder, waiting for an attack...
Falling brilliant star in a heart,
Forgotten and broken, never found love,
Totally insane, passionate dreamer,
Thinker of sensibility, touch of fever,
Always searching for a sign,
Always fate becoming at night...
Nightmares of death going to distance,
Coming inside part of good dreams and listening...
Science of imagination is your distraction,
Living for the light, going with nude feet for attraction...
Doing a new story, closing here your eyes,
Creating a new explored beginning,
Into the light...
(Joyce Martins)
(Joyce Martins)
