Poezja

Everyone wants a home,
a place of rest and tranquillity,
to lay down a tired body in the evening,
where there is only peace and love,
everyone searches for somewhere to come back to,
for a place in the whole universe,
as a small piece of property
where no shadows fall.
Everyone searches for a piece of sun
that always burns in the blue sky
and if we could
for the hand of a darling
and far too quickly our days pass
until all things at a time ends.