Sublime verses escape the souls of poets
Traveling to the bottom of the heavens like balloons …
Suspended ceiling are glowing poetry Restless
Reflecting eyes in dewy meadows of emotions
In curvature of time , stars are harvested
Orchard imagination displayed in shop windows …
Pulsating veins the poison distilled secretly
Addiction fierce faith , labeled people dizzy
Open up pairs of ditches in the legends of destiny
Thousand leagues writing , scribbling words sound …
They are like little disheveled days nights
Filling us with dreams awakened in the morning
Golden memories in the parapets joys
Dilute as watercolors , the orbits of the moons …
Between North and South reach your fantasies
From west to east wings fly with simple nude
Roam free in the wrong tendencies River
And strike the hearts paced wildly …
With daggers bury small cold sores
Fanciful dreams… lost loves of the past
Are molded like clay in poems glow
And moor their boats on the tails of whales …
End up floating through solitudes Love
They get carried away by the currents of the tides
Walk to the sound of birds waking
And shake trees to fall nests pleasure …
Write in the light of the stars at the ends of the cliffs
Stepping scorpions in the deserts of crazy
The drops of nostalgia hit with hands on glass
The lighted windows of the thoughts …
Begging take shelter within the walls of grace
They nest in arrows stripped of feelings
That dump the oceans and forests sweep
And that turns off the sun without the moon rises with its moonlight …
Because poets do not die ! Live in certain phrases
And just fall asleep in your thinking …
