While I sleep in the garden
With my eyes on the sky,
Red and blue dance within the sunset clouds.
I'll dig my nails into the earth,
Hold it close against my chest,
And feel the air sing,
As butterflies flutter their wings,
bringing the silence it once lacked.
I will wait for your voice in the mountain,
Watch the sea take the raindrops away.
It will be as if they never hurt,
The deepest wounds we bore before.
JANUARY 26, 2024
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The Internet is Not Real
PoetryTinged with blue light and red eyes, to the warm of heart. Thirteen months of poetic texts and thirteen illustrations. (También en Español: El Internet NO es Real)
