Poem Nº 1.

por Vough

The creation thought of all things

But certainly not everything,

Your presence began to shine bright

Your soul to bring powerful light.

The honesty of your magic words

No need in being as keen on me

As I’ve never dwelled upon myself

To be part of your binnacle.

Trees have dreamed of days were the moonlight will warm them up

The mournful leaves falling in Autumn have been far behind

The stars will start to star, acknowledgedly by your heart

And the sun will brighten up the foreseen darkness light


Behold the uncanny misery

Of the heartbroken ones and all

Of those whom soldiers of war fought

Destroying destiny tamely.