Carnation, your sharp details,
You balance the water
keeping the bees bathed
with gentle sweats.
And I, a somnolent atom
drifting in the air
drinking other specks,
And shall from breath, I was born.
The winds my father
and the waters my mother,
The tenderness of their tendering was tend
enough to grow me significant
and be an essence preceded by existence.
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Per Somnia
PoetryA collection of dream poems. Dive into the magic and horror of dreams.
