A poem with eyes (dedicated to Babel)

[lluviadeabril]

Just when I think I can see
sightless eyes, a new path
nothing is what it ever was.​

I am not the same.​

Though I can tread half awake
I cannot live, I will not exist.​

Yet I can trace each breath in a step
to the wings of butterflies
once sipped from your eyes.​

 

[Rumenia]

Hola Lluvia, es hermoso tu poema. Bellas imágenes. Un abrazo de estrellas

 

[Mary C. López]

Lines in delicate outline, almost as flight of butterfly it is your poetry. It is good to read of you in this forum.

 

[ALBUJA BRAVO GUILLERMO]

Just when I think I can see

sightless eyes, a new path
nothing is what it ever was.​

I am not the same.​

Though I can tread half awake
I cannot live, I will not exist.​

Yet I can trace each breath in a step
to the wings of butterflies

once sipped from your eyes.​

LLUVIA DE ABRIL


Una de la Leyes de la Naturaleza es el constante
cambio, la transformación, y nuestro pensamiento
siguiendo aquélla Ley, se muta de acuerdo a los
estímulos y sentimientos y ya no se es el mismo.


Un abrazo poético con estrellas.
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