© by Beatriz MP
I keep a picture in my memory
a place in a dark street
a book of a survival story
a start line in front of my feet
Swallows are loyal birds
healing the bitterness,
they are so sweet...
At Swallow´s Place
I saw that face that
I thought I wouldn´t meet
That place was not a hotel
only a station in the journey
with opposite directions to follow
The word " swallow", we read
A silent goodbye replacing hello
happens when admiration meets fear
so the special moments disappear.
With locked emotions and hidden tears
love was living in hope for years
That wall is now a bird and
those letters got wings
The swallow can fly away
but those dreams still live there.