Well, there is someone except me,
a familiar stranger that the observer wants to meet,
from the same world where the wind has a color,
trees are gold and birds are singing ding-dong
as time on the clock slowly goes by, here she is now,
catching happiness with the net of dreams.

Then, times froze for one breath in - waiting
for girls' next move that's actually a choice, whom
will make innocence vulnerability
transmuted in strength,
because dancing on top of the waves
sea enjoys as a girl only wearing her smile.

Being naked without a fig tree leaves, completely barefoot,
looking into a mirror and finding a familiar stranger,
the observer she wants to meet,
knowing there is another one already in love
with everything, she stands for!

#poetry


Familiar stranger