No Target

They say
You must armour
Your surface to get along
But the thick and solid skin
Extinguishes the light from
Shining out and into the soul.
I prefer to be translucent like
The finest astral dust and let
Bullets go through only to be
reorganized after the hostile
intervention.
© Yelling Rosa
6/2 –19

My Life Triste

Listen to me my life triste
We got nothing to argue
But learn from Lord.
It will ring the bell
Without discord.
© Yelling Rosa
2/2 –19