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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