No Matter What

The stars, the sky

The earth, the mountains

The seas, oceans, rivers

Forests, meadows

Fruits, flowers,

Write volumes on life, 

On joy, warmth, love, merrymaking, 

On exchange of energies, 

On synergies and interdependence;

All ignore bombs of

Hatred, anger, horror

Their nature doesn't change

No matter what. 

I write therefore with love, 

My words bloom and shine

From the deepest regard for life, 

Life that's cruel, insecure, unkind. 

But my pen penetrates inside, 

Bleeds feelings lying unused, in vain, 

My stories rain on dry leaves

They're beautifully sad, yet they sing, dance

For they know what is unnatural

Will see its blissful end;

But no matter what

I have to keep writing with love

On love, about love until then.