If you didn’t have
The courage
To invent
A new dream,
If you didn’t have
The power
To make it being real,
If you didn’t dance in the rain,
Ever,
If you didn’t cry
For not being a child
Any longer,
If you forgot yourself
In a bad, undesirable,
Body,
If you never scream
In the dark,
If you didn’t have
Enough courage
To make love
On the snow,
In a very, very cold winter,
If you didn’t feel
The melt of the ground
Under that place,
In that case
Don’t touch my soul,
Because I prefer to
Walk around
With love in my hand
And remain with my hand prostrate,
In stand by,
Like Lear.,

by marieta maglas