Woman
You know very well:
The wings of the dreams are Ikarus’s invention
and his fault altogether…
you know as well that he was a man…
but you are still walking on the thin line between
the light and dark
beseeching to him with your little shiftless voice
trying to borrow his mistake…
The cross
you hold on your back
to your
hard and long journey
Woman,
Can never
be used as a plow
for your
hardened soil….
Woman
You are
the earth and it’s fertility
wasting the
holiness moister
that crowned
you…
But you
never should forget
the salted
tear is not the rain of soul…
that can quenches
the thirst
of your
cheerful plant…
