A warmth holds me, floats me light
Drips and waves enclose my being
Laughter echoes in me
Drowned by enthusiastic voices
Yet a melody drowns all hullabaloo
A grasping hand lifts me off my cloud
Song erupts within me
Voice indescribable
Form indiscernible
Yet the sweetest melody
The sweetest melody grasping me tight
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoesíaI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
