Cé a thread of thought
that his time at his winter
not consume
stumbling in his corner of heaven
sooner or later life, I learned not
denies
Friend
that lighthouse lit in his heart
that lights the night on my sea
and driving to the port
the vessel lost in the mist of darkness
Amica voice that reaches out and calls
before a spill-drift, which saves
from the vortex of loneliness that kills the soul
first
that wipes the salt-cheeked
and joins the gall pain
that leads uphill to
honey sincere communion,
Universal love
that assembles and makes the pass tired single effort
it is together that we cry and we smile
Mon Amie
pink organza blooming every season
loyalty
without wax masks
offer hand always outstretched
Colorful butterfly
flight mild
making it less heavy and less infamous
the existence
Kiaraluna
I dedicate it to all of you!
Marica
0 comments:
Post a Comment