Morado (Purple)

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    Morado (Purple)

    The purples in my heels
    I carry away
    At a time until
    That everything is
    Nowhere and I unknot
    The distance betweens
    A breath, to a light
    An hour that vanishes
    In satin seams, then
    To where a purposely?
    I fall as the falling lingers
    A tea leaf on
    Your ocean pour
    Into nights, such as this
    Time, where seconds
    I stop and stay in your arms
    Your soul, my soul
    Where I felt so home
    Just this one sound,
    Can you hear? gravity
    Thundering thud
    As my heart drowns to
    That depth of yours

    @2008 v.j.m.a.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    pepita’s Poems (7)

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