Poem

When the day shows up, everything gets clear,

You feel alive and the good air inspires you.

But the awful sensation of the end of the grey autumn comes, the wolves start to appear,

They are cruel, their hearts seen to be full of angry and hate.

They don’t find a reason to see beauty,

It’s sad because after all you feel so much love in your soul,

How to share the same feeling. How to show you, there is always another way. You are being extremist.

Today is a good day for me.

Don’t destroy it.

Love, peace.

Xoxo,