washed by rain

  i run by the side of a road 

next to a meadow

rain washes my face

brand new

i wonder

how can i serve you

better

if i don't even serve myself

really

what does that even mean

do more, accomplish more

no

in the silence of the nature

i hear the echo of my

own heart

getting washed by the rain

inwardly as i serve myself

by forgiving all the mistakes 

i made today

all the words, thoughts

washed away by my own

act of forgiveness

i hear the nature singing 

a new voice

not even a song

but a broken melody

and it's so beautiful

with it's freedom

to be heard

when b r o k e n

the beauty of a soft whistle

of the grasshopper

brings me to my senses

how can i know you

when i don't even know myself

how can i access something so deep

that fills my soul

if i do not dare to

look myself in the eyes

and say with silence

you're beautiful

just as you are

with those lonely few freckles

and that twisted smile

i am proud of you

i listen to

the birds freedom song

the one they sing after rain

soaring through the sky

proud of you

of you

you