infinite petals

 











we are all different
like fingers of the hand
and so differently
second by second
wave visiting the shore,we touch the sea

we are all different
infinite petals
sowing and harvest
 some rounds of seasons passing by
 
we are all different 
searching of a bit of warmth
each one of us on some spot on the skin that we do not know
 
we are all different
and like so together
we walk  
 
Marco Bo