Metanoia (176)

Love. Angels fall. Locks break.

Blue and blueberries,

garden of catchy depression,

I feel lost inside of you.

Love,

can your touches feel my thoughts?

I walk. Days after days. But I never go away.

I love love,

that’s why our memories stick together

in this tedious life.

Autumn. My king. Stars and mysteries.

let’s walk the stairs to ourselves,

let love to be herself

and our kisses to be maps from our hearts.

Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 176. Thanks for reading.