the hawk

evy pineda

Poeta recién llegado
sometimes i hear fairies running around
when i close my eyes
sometimes i can hear your voice
calling from behind time

blue skies fill my dreams
when im flying free
with the winds of creation
beneath my wings
my soft
transparent and reddish wings

i travel through dimensions
accepting the changes to my
sweet warm body
accepting that every reality
changes my purpose
changes our rythm and appearence
of this our eternal soul

watch me change
from a butterfly to a hawk
watch me fly over wheat plantations
looking for you
keep hiding
look out
 
Bello poema, muy suave y dulce. Propio de cuentos y fantasías. Besos y 5 estrellas
 

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