Absence in Three Movements
I
In the mist of morning,
‘Til the warm embrace of evening,
With soft tears of longing
A bird awaits the return of the delicate flower
That soared east at the fifth bell of my shores
II
Ancient trace of orange and myrtle,
Rose bathed pearls forged
With the sands of time,
Tamed creatures
Dancing their
Song of
Love
III
In waves of silk
I send you my doves
Of wonder
To wrap your skin
In gold petals
From the garden
Of my desires
Glenda Fernandez-Vega (July, 2011)
lindo, delicado...suave.
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