Sunrise

Sunrise

Let it go...and a new door will open. Poem by Manuela Baldessari


I close the door to you my dear
although it's hurting not being understood
it's the only move that I can do.
 
Interpretation of every move
makes life harder than it is,
easily the evil starts to grow
when doubts about us starts to rise.
 
Quickly you break up bridges of love
only for the inner protection of your soul.
Life is full of mysteries
and it would take a lifetime to understand them.
 
But you - I will never understand
not a true word anymore
only fake games
and hurting comments,
that's the bitter end.
 
And so a new time has come
a new day started, sunrise.
Fresh air in the morning, cleaning my troubled head,
the wind is playing with my hair,
I feel reborn and now I understand.
 
Love is not fighting 
Love is not judging
Love is not hurting
Love is

simply.