Sunbeam Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

Every time I left
I caught the only ray of sun and spins back
I don't regret for homecoming
with this glimmer I was knitting and lived the most brilliant story
bare die, naked born every dawn
with boldness and imagination I continued...
What I had to lose after all?

When playing with my naked soul, I fend,
you see her vulnerable and easily manageable
such as without glasses even on her eyes, chatter,
you think you know her,
to sculpture her as dough for your meters,
without any respect to what you ignor for her.

Because when all answered,
horseback on the glimmer of the sun will perish...
to go beyond the horizon of the eye...