Tropo

Countersubversion

Over the Icy Fence

Over the Icy Fence

I was borne younger; I was borne older

Out of known time, I was place in a new realm,

Here one gets tricked,

To believe what is not real.

At first I did not remember,

I the shock was surreal,

One moment after another:

A failure, a miracle, I said.

I’m from a distant circle,

I’m from the land of peace,

Where envy does not exist,

Nor competence prevail.

I long for the things I lost

I lost the things I long for.

I came from the land of crystal colors,

That place where the water is music

And dance with its own life,

It is there where I belong.

Flawing over the icy fence

Picking an empty space

That is today my prison

Until that day of true.

By Victor H. Piedra

January 2, 2017
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Mensaje de Verano 2016