by Grettel V.

Created on: April 11, 2008

I love the sound of the dawn
when Sun awakes and sights warmth,
feel my self into the charm,
morning nest of six arm brawn.
I love the air when is gone
inside some uneasy place,
where life begins and its pace
shake the emptiness and flies.
I love when the sunset ties
the birds of next morning face.

I love to dream by the edge
falling from your sweaty back,
write my words inside your black
keepers of my secret pledge;
climb desires to the ledge
of some invisible land.
I love to walk, not to stand,
cross the fire, sow a star,
bring the time from near to far,
tame the letters with my hand.

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