There
where a breeze
before a tempest
is felt differently
When the storm´s brewing
the color is light
and threat means nothing
but blessing
What is this land like?
Who´s ever seen
this place in time?
Why has it been
from one´s eyes and soul
for so long hidden -
this, the ever-ever
land of bliss?
sílvia oliveira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-ever-land/
