Education-Littérature-Art

“In my eyes”

I cried all the tears

of my blood

but

I am not tired

of yours errors

as an wounded bird

who hides to shout

his misery, as a painting

which I was not able to preserve,

I was afraid and

my eyes read your silent abdication

the moon which shines

in my eyes never

will dry up it pours as

brook of distress that

you moved in illegible tenderness

I refuse to look at

this dark side

which tries to accustom me

I do not know why nevertheless,

I know that

I wrote in my eyes: hope

Marina Ondo