* I sink my tears
In the deepest place
Of this my soul
A place where there seems
To be no end, no bed, no bottom.
If I had to count them
In the form of drops-as they’ve come out
What a long number
I’m not that good at maths.
* I sink my passion
In the deepest hole of my heart
And there it goes in a sort of spiral
Round and round in circles
Getting only
To my between-legs
And back
To my heart again
* I sink what I think
At times too
Which only makes me sick
Thus, health problems arise.
* I sink in vain
I see flowers grow,
Blossom and become
What they are due to!
* Don’t you sink no more
My little flower
So many seeds left to grow
In your little garden.
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© Dulce Rosales
5 comments:
ur poems are such a great expression .....really like ur blog!!!!!
Estoy cierta de que tienes todo un jardin submerso en tu mar de lagrimas, y que de tus lagrimas brotan flores y arboles. Tu poesia es muy preciosa. Me gusta mucho la imagen de una arbol entre tus manos.
Sorry, I'm still learning Spanish and I grab all the chances to practice. I like your Blog, I wish you lots of success. It's just like me, I was looking for a place to write ever since I was a child.
Yo volvere!!!
introspection... mmmmm, let the mind roam free. nice.
Thanks a lot for your comments. I love them!!!
I wrote this yesterday after taking care of my little garden... it's great when words come out so easily and appropriately too.
truly beautiful.
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