sabato 26 ottobre 2013

Poetry: Brittle Rock (Flory)

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Brittle Rock 
(©Flory Brown)

Don't hoping
that I'll be docile
I am true
to myself
I'm still... hard
as brittle rock
slowly crumbling
with the breath
of mighty winds
and so I imagine
to flee the pain.

I don't listen
the slightest
suggestion,
the fleeting boost
to change direction
throw them away
still, weakly
I refuse the call
to new occasions
and unsteady, I live
on my own positions.


©Flory Brown - October 25, 2013
Versione italiana (italian version): Come Roccia
Image: Stones garden by XavierJamonet@deviantart