Greetings, my friend. I do not know how I could forget to place the link here. Unforgivable because the image is very inspiring.
Words
Words that don't fly with the wind,
are like stakes in the heart,
bleeding profusely from a deep wound,
in a rough sea.
Words that hide secrets,
capable of leaving cracks in the soul.
Sometimes indelible footprints,
are full of cruelty,
that cause great pain.
A cracked ice sheet remains;
black words painted white,
hides the real weather.
But at the end of the icy horizon,
the polar aurora indicates a path
with its bright light,
and it says in the horizontal line,
hope is found.
https://steemit.com/steempress/@antoniarhuiz/imagecontest26xpilar-b6ofmq401b
Hi @antoniarhuiz
thanks for great description / poems