Your poem

Your poem

Your poem is a prey for sprouts

hanged by the neck over your brows,

a summer fruit hidden well,

a desert sprinkled with tiny stones,

like your face...

by the way

there is something impossible to forget,

a smile blossoming, ephemeral shape,

a flame in your eyes,

and the will of being more than today.

Your poet...

desires you

a long life

full of live

JavierElorza