PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

One night of peace and sincerity,

my pillow was different

It was like sleeping in some arms

I couldn't (maybe) sleep well

I tried to change it and

with the touch of my hands

pillows became wings

and I start to fly

and fly for freedom and peace

I was lonely but happy in the sky

my clouds full of music and love

and in the search of someone

just to share my dreams