relate behind the glass,
watching the rain ....
warm, dry and safe,
how easy it is.
Write and feel
the breeze caresses you
and drops slip,
face down,
to your lips.
How easy is
.. safe,
how easy it is.
And open your heart,
without an umbrella,
soaked penalty,
poetizing behind the glass
of broken souls, torn ..
watching the rain.
How difficult it is !....
October 2010.
Paco Sierra.
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