The claim of my soul
Between white tunics, loneliness of cold walls, a last breath of life is extinguished … Sounds of rain; storms that sound scaring your soul …
And you, you ask yourself: Where is it? Where is my human dignity? …
Here nobody listens, I’m just a poet … It’s cold, the white robes are coming… I hear the sounds of rain, I hear the sea and the waves …
Why does not anyone listen to the claim of my soul? …
I need a hug of love, a moment only, a word of encouragement that warms my soul…
Between white robes, loneliness, my last breath of life escapes …
Wanting to imagine a dream: the sea and the waves … the magic of eternal peace…
Maika Etxarri
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