Some time ago, when I lived for a season in London, I found a lot of inspiration in english, even though it's not my native language. This magical place gave birth to many poems, which I now want to share with all of you in this new section. I also plan to share new inspiration in English for future poems, as I have a poetry collection in this beautiful language in the works.
In this hour, I declare to the sky,
that with each new day, I'll gladly rise high,
waking with joy, eager to start anew,
leaving behind all the sorrow I knew.
Did you ever have wings? Or perhaps forgot how to fly?
It was late afternoon, twilight with colours nigh.
Dimly had dissipated the day, sitting on a bench alone,
Reflecting on his life, the afternoon's soft tone.
You received me with the magic that lives behind your corners,
I was reborn through your streets, their gentle murmurs.
I invoked my destiny while sitting on sacred ground,
And saw beyond the tears that once had me bound.