I hope we
become steadfast correspondents,
perhaps we
meet and drink up a coffee or beer.
For me, we
are like an open heart, closed for valentines,
yet, we
hear our voices writing to the light, at night.
Oh dear, I’ve felt or think I’ve been visited
by a bird of love or past echoes of best days.
Fidel Guerra Cuevas. April 8, 2022
become steadfast correspondents,
perhaps we
meet and drink up a coffee or beer.
For me, we
are like an open heart, closed for valentines,
yet, we
hear our voices writing to the light, at night.
Oh dear, I’ve felt or think I’ve been visited
by a bird of love or past echoes of best days.
Fidel Guerra Cuevas. April 8, 2022