Poésie de RACHEL HENDERSON, UK

The dead of night when everyone is asleep
alone in my room I silently weep
Every soul has something to hide
every life has an unseen side
Just like the memory of a beautiful place
I want people to remember my smiling face
I want to cry with invisible tears

to be hidden with laughter everyone hears

I want to give blessings as to receive

I want to decide when it’s my time to leave

This is my life, It’s not yours to taint

I will decide which picture to paint

to be hiden with laughter everyone hears
I want to give blessings as to receive
I want to decide when its my time to leave
This is my life, Its not yours to taint
I will  decide which picture to paint
 
  RACHEL HENDERSON
 Isle of Skye, Uk