I passed out when I woke up,
I don't remember anything
Except for the smell of my old hoofs,
In the path that ended at the sea

And I was stuck in a corner, like a swamp
far from home,
And only the gravity of my dreams kept me going,
But I lost my paradise

I was a little pain for many years
But deep and firm,
And had left me to myself,
Twisted and twisted in me
And it pull me in a thousand ways

Days passed in me
Next to the snow volley,
And my bones were broken from the cold,
In the loud whisper of the trees

Every day a ray of hope
brings me to my senses,
here,In Light side of The Earth,
Where are the hands of generosity?

PS:
The last photo of the collection
"Light Side of the Earth"

It is not more ambiguous than the life we ​​are in,
In early chill,
Among the heights,
ended up,next to a horse...
And still we are looking for an opening to flourish...

I hope this collection was effective

Thanks

Mohako📷🕊