the bricks of the wall

by walterdoege

after the wall was broken…falled…I guees each of us may build another wall..for protection against the danger…living is a dangerous one…I feel only loving is the only way…to go on…confident…with those bricks I build a solitude…my solitude is plenty of loving…with the bricks of the wall inside myself I am building a life that is good…blessings fall from the blue sky…some blues for goodbyes…every meeting is a farewell…but the last gooodbye is an illusion…love has no beggining nor and end…love desires only loving