A new day is rising <br /> <br />With the sorrows <br /> <br />In a pocket of my heart <br /> <br />I go out to get answers <br /> <br />For the ones who are not listened. <br /> <br />I breath deeply <br /> <br />To air my soul the inner me <br /> <br />I clean my sight <br /> <br />By letting it dive into the green <br /> <br />I fill-up my chest with the energy of the sun. <br /> <br />I lighten-up my road by endearing <br /> <br />The first attempts <br /> <br />of the baby birds <br /> <br />Determined to fly <br /> <br />I look up to the sky. <br /> <br />I dig deeply into the light blue <br /> <br />Attempting to grab the Eternal. <br /> <br />I caress with my sight <br /> <br />The painful torsos. <br /> <br />I give away smiles <br /> <br />And pick-up the ones that blossom <br /> <br />When I set a flying salutation free <br /> <br />Which goes to rest in their ears. <br /> <br />And I go praying that old thing about: <br /> <br />Make of me an instrument of your peace... <br /> <br />I wish that will come true.<br /><br />Belquis Barés<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-16/
