I feel ...

Of longing... I lost myself
I lived the pain of a love feeling that survived the world.
Separated by the death of one ... the other follows ...
Still lost

Today living the pain of a love fed by the soul

I am what I feel, and I feel what I think.

I avoid thinking about trying to reduce the pain ...

I dream...

Fragmented dreams that make me whole

And in the distance between bodies, I hear the voice

I live ....

Unable to touch

I feel ...

Rosa Soares