Δευτέρα 3 Οκτωβρίου 2011

Poetry

I read abstracts of several poets or writers or friends and I cry.
I cry because I never thought I could feel what was being described.
I cry because my core has been broken.
I cry because I can feel.
I cry because I realize beautiful things.
I cry because I finally acknowledge humanism.
I cry because at last I can discern the indirect meanings.
I cry because I don't want to accept the fact that I can't change what has happened.
I cry because I know that it's my duty to change what can possibly happen.
I cry because..
Because I can.