Thursday, March 20, 2008

Poem

Beatitude

Your smile begins
the dawn, a bright
vermilion sky
uncurling
and unwinding
barbed wire coiled
along the sown field,
daybreak sun
peaks and twinkles
between oaks and pines,
allows exhalation
of thorns, cones
of anxiety
and laundered thoughts,
tear ducts and mercy.

1 comment:

Cáh Morandi said...

leve... encantador.


euteamo!