A Stroll…
A small poem

through the open window my heart took a stroll
on its own, it panicked
turned around
but the sun, put a hand / on its shoulder, the sky, smiled / a hint of a rainbow, the wind held still / breath drawn, the earth, laid a carpet / green velvet, the heat, brought a blush / sweet,
now my heart is lost, the three-quarter day carried it away
tell me, how will I placate the moon?
