Isaura Poetisa
POETRY IN THE AFTERNOON
ALMOST EVENING, WHICH BEFORE
THE MORNING
Here I am:
Me beyond myself;
On the mirrored cold of the
waters;
Confiding things to birds;
Whispering love to
butterflies.
Feeding on the afternoon
breeze,
while I wait with serenity,
the conviction of the eternal
Sun.
What will come! Well, it will
come!
And when the eternal sun came,
No cold in any season,
We will see the mirror of the
waters,
Translucent, reflecting the
Light!
I will feed myself with
delicacies,
while in the garden
Colors and flowers will burst,
And birds and butterflies
among themselves,
They will whisper love odes.
That will be! There certainly
will be!
Author: Isaura Theodoro
Image: Internet
11_05_2023
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