by Mickg K. (M.Kente) Venezia Mestre 24 sept 2005

I cannot promise any thing
My heart is like a buzzard.
Soft and hard.
It kept flying away. anytime. anywhere.
Now it is at your side .
Do you forgive my heart.
Should it have been a falk.
I talked to my heart.
Like a seabird the wind did carry me.
I was his kind of child.
I cannot promise anything.
Like a seabird the wind did carry me.
I was his kind of child.
The wind is kissing me in the morning.
in the evening.
And at night.

Gewidmet William Butler Yeats.