HARD FIGHT

 
 
 
 
I kept the love in a Crystal ball
And there it became a symbol…
I put in my heart a great bowl
Then I could choose the leaves of Fall.
 
There were roses on the ground of my body
And in the smell of their flowers I felt
When the love turned off all my belt
So I could write a single and nice story.
 
There were shy big trees inside me
But I fought hard and I could see
The love looking for a place to survive…
 
Then the crystal ball fell down… It was broken!
In the whole world the feelings were stolen
And the love among the persons was still alive!
 
 
Poem by
 

 
Ivan de Oliveira Melo