Cinnamon


Born with fists ready to fight
Seeking peace like some faraway goal
Eyes like lazars
Words like balm
To some far away soul
Born with a strange inner light
Almost not part of The ‘real’
Nature beating
In hearts meeting
One hand cuts the other one can heal,
Stranger in your own eyes
They look at you like stranger
Cannot understand the mind
Is your safety or your danger
In other times
In other worlds
In other places
In other words
A part of me cannot help but love….

..you.

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