We feel so much when we close our eyes
& see our soul
If we could fly beyond the high sun,
Our mind would reach a crazy new dimension,
Don't you feel that power & that need of freedom?
You can't be free when your feet are in the gound.
Build some wings.
Leave the Earth.
There ar hours
When we feel
We are the storm.
We are the waves
Paula Cristina Franco
spoken word poetry
|John & Paul|