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
03Mar