Added Sep 21, 2019
Nobody knows
where we come from:
Out of the glistening light
and the deep black darkness.
With sharp needles in the heart
flying towards the sun.
Nobody knows
how it was:
High above the glowing mountain tops
and down in the raging canyon.
Clamped chasing the shimmering
colors of life.
Nobody knows
about the farewells:
About the last and the first.
Nobody.
Only you and me.
by Nicole Cecil B