and sap from plants and fire in the veins
and water that’s jumping in vain
like melted ice flowing over me
my empty soul in the glass again
si seva din plante si focul din vene
si apa ce sare-n zadar
ca gheata topita se scurg peste mine
am sufletul gol in pahar
Thank you Schtiel.
Venezuela. Caracas. No electricity. Poverty. Highest murder rates in the world. Tough life.
She is so young. She is raised to be strong. She knows reality.
Yet she still enjoys life and smiles.
This is my my entry for : Trifecta Writing Challenge