A soul in a frame

Aida Hanami Huni

   It is beyond everything touchable, understandable from a real point of view.

 

   It is magic and dream, it’s just a uncontrollable force which is dragging me through clouds, ropes, rains, thin blue shades of happiness, feared mornings when i am thinking about the light of tomorrow – today being already in vain, waking up from my dream, chocolate eyes, green hopes, unknown dangers of the soul laying next to my thought.

   It’s dragging me through painted skies, forbidden love, vanilla and lemons, pain, hope, remebered fingers on my skin, explosive cheerfulness, years of broken wishes, smooth voices i can hear daily, a hand to hold for the rest of my life, moments of despair, longings, smiles, lips on my back, birds’ songs, sea’s waves, the sounds that are soothing my soul, warm days, stars, silvery shades, full moons, HOPE. 

 

The shape of what i want – my soul in a frame.