What It Is

WHAT IT IS

What it is

It is madness says reason

It is cold says winter season

Mind says it is dust

Heart says it is rust

Experience says it is impossible

Sight says it is possible

It is what it is says love

I was walking with the rivers

Reached her home in no time

It was already night

Wrapped by the fireplace of her arms

Warmed by the trust in her smile

Couldn’t be better

I look at her falling a sleep

Eyes closed, Sleep well

It is what it is said love….