Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Poet

He puts into verse
All those images that emerge,
The beauty of words caught by the wind,
The waves of a sea churning a rhythm,

He puts into verse
All those metaphors and colors,
The runaway tune, the flowers on bloom,
The music of bells, the flapping of sails,

He puts into verse
Life that in him makes a surge,
The filled spaces, the empty rooms,
The flowing tresses, the canvas of dunes.

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