( CYCLE : LOVE TRUE OR NOT TRUE )
Trapped inside their hearts
They don’t know
They can’t love
They are like immature pods
Like cones still on the branches
Like flowers still in the buds
Cherished by fate with hope
Listen by stories of flying birds
Caresses the touch of the wind of ewents
Staring at their reflexion in the fog’s drops
They learn to know themselves
Trapped inside their hearts
They don’t know
They can’t love
Without ensuring frequent
That they are loved
Do not believe themselves
They want even to die
*****
He was standing on the bridge
Over the river of existence
The river of evil and good
He thoughful, lonely, young
Trapped in kis heart, his soul
He walked from shore to shore
Again that once more
On once shore search of truth
On other shore saw the dreams
Where to live he didn’t know
The bridge was almost his home
Calmed him down of the river sounds
The current of river of evil and good
Once full vortices, calm now
The current river of existence
He saw a girl downstairs
Along thr river bank
On of truth the side
Starring at river she there sat
Like him lonely, she softly sang
He got off the bridge
Didn’t dare to get too close
He felt that fate had tied
Between them a magic thread
In her footsteps he walk began
Of her feet, voice, charm
Her fascinating friends reached out
Like her, alienated, rebelious
With her and them he used to be
On both sides ot the river’s bridge
Like them as searching observer
When on the gridge once he was
Abducted him a lady old, great
Lady of wisdom, wealth, fame
Her lover to be him, she made
No longer he was so small, so weak
He wanted to show himself a girl
Came together with lady and team
Where girl dance to place
Charmed, enchanted her dance
Didn’t look into each other’s faces
Alreadt they never again meet
Together in fiction land lived
Of lady cold whims he endured
He didn’t go again to the bridge
Folloved career’s path by she set
But he still trapped love in his heart
He came once to the bridge
When was much older, with his kids
Considered he can love, he wise
But it was his mistake, his dream
*****
A bridge, a river, two shores
Young friend, you have a choice
Free love from your heart
To someone love to offer
From the bridge call, give your hand
Dwel together in the of truth land
You will work, learn, dance, create
Sometime will visit maybe land of fiction
As warning, for little inspiration
( April 6, 2025 )
