domingo, 22 de fevereiro de 2015


Often we're afraid to love
cos loves hurts
and the pain is rough
like rusty barbwire.

Often we're lost in pain
and love is a senseless empty word.
Often existence is a cruel sleep and awake
with no shape or colour
with no feelings or sounds.

Often we cry
and blessed tears
that as feathers
carry the seeds
of a new beginning.

love born after tears
is the one that makes it worth the pain.

©Graça Costa