We went to the back of her house
Lots of trees were imagined and portrayed
Curvy paths designated to different routes
Long paths that we never obeyed
It was morning when we saw a destroyed hive
How cruel, I said, they never got to live longer
Walking alive in the scorching sun
Packed meals and nibbles with her we did wander
In the distance, we saw a white horse
Magical, she said, no prince to give a ride
We shared so many words, we were the mere source
Her brother loves to blow the dandelion in the heat not so mild
A disparate tree among others that were the same
We took a seat under it, we took a seat over thousands
Thousands of yellow, orange, brown, red dry leaves, we were tamed
We engaged through it even without vows
They brought books, one was a comic
Yet they never read it, the scenery was enough
The sounds of the surroundings were symphonic
We even lay on the grass, the sun to my eyes so rough
I felt alive even though it was only half of the day
Something so heavy in my heart, I tried to ignore
Until I forgot to ignore it, the leaves took it their way
My friend, the leaves, the ones that were falling, they roared.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoesíaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
