Poetry

I have a confession to make. I have been scared of writing poetry. I never thought that I could compose a poem. I am too humble.

It is getting a little late, over midnight. I am just about to go to sleep. But I just got a strong feeling of writing a poem concentrate of my life.

Sparkling night.

Outside my window, high up in the sky, unreachable, the moon gives comfort.

I feel trust in heaven, endowed with stars. Bright and with beauty.

The stars are guides in life.

They give us direction. Advice. No compass in life needed.

A star represents a person. Rarity. Fragility. Sensitivity.

Romance.

Je t’embrasse,

Anna