sábado, 2 de marzo de 2013

Stones, lights, clouds. Poem.

Stones, lights, clouds

Stones, lights, clouds, souls,
Crazy and simple, rich and poor,
Children and flowers, swords and tremors,
Angels and demons.

In a room that looks forward to the hears all
No name or law
Faceless appearance or any
Just what you are
Doing in response.

Soon you come tell you where
the thunders, rays, lightnings and fireworks.
The land trembles
The stones will fall
They will cry out spirits
I mourn the dead.

So just wait.

I hope you like this poem. A greeting to the readers of the English language.
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