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