The day is gray.

The soft drizzle

caress my face.

I’m in the street

waiting a taxi.

Like all people

there.

Like all days.

I’m waiting to

someone.

Only waiting.

What should I do?

I’m in the streets

waiting an answer.

I see people walking.

I see sad eyes.

I feel your sentiments.

The day is gray.

My soul is gray too.

Someone is talking with me.

I feel good now.

I’m in peace.

 

By: Leticia Pontoni