It`s a reality to build,
just a belief.

Unaware of broken wings
we all sometimes think
we need to realize.

I’m not satisfied neither,
I’m thirsty as well.
But I won’t decide
what is good or right.

Feeding stars, I’ve felt
grateful to those clouds
and sparkles of truth
holding on to me.

Falling down, somehow
rocks have been made
by something like
the memory of a song.

It is, originally uploaded by Marita Cosma.