A poem


Alena Belokopytova, IES Grande Covián

There's nothing to do
but wait.
Wait to understand what happens,
what's that fire
burning without control.

My unfeeling heart
and my unconscious mind
are fighting,
trying to remind those days
when quiteness was the Lord
of my soul's kingdom
and the Moon was the only light,
helping me and
guiding me.

We can't stay forever like this.
It's useless to hide that
the ice around me
is melting down
because of your bright,
sunny eyes.


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