nonickmario
Poeta recién llegado
PUZZLE ABOVE THE CITY
Plaudit to these white clouds,
to this magick
so wondrous to perceive...
A sunny day in London?
Metal floats on the pond of present,
voices from my sorry past
are now water under the bridge.
Up here, behold existence from up here!
A bright message I choose to convey
on principle, this I emphatically state,
holding thou firmly through this foray
always willing to uphold thy soaring and,
most of all,
vividly gate-crashing into thy quintessence.
The binding of this book feels fragile today.
Your verdant hourglass rests on the shelf of life
don't walk away.
Enter that red booth inside your chest
and ring me.
Plaudit to these white clouds,
to this magick
so wondrous to perceive...
A sunny day in London?
Metal floats on the pond of present,
voices from my sorry past
are now water under the bridge.
Up here, behold existence from up here!
A bright message I choose to convey
on principle, this I emphatically state,
holding thou firmly through this foray
always willing to uphold thy soaring and,
most of all,
vividly gate-crashing into thy quintessence.
The binding of this book feels fragile today.
Your verdant hourglass rests on the shelf of life
don't walk away.
Enter that red booth inside your chest
and ring me.