Yet one more of a series of short poems originally written in Portuguese, soon to be published in the "IV Antologia de Escritas" - a yearly compilation of poems in the Portuguese language by authors from Portugal, Brazil, Africa and East Timor.
(art by Wieslaw Walkuski)
YES, THE THIRST
The eyes run at the speed of thirst. Yes, the eyes. Close to the margins of a mouth. Yes, a mouth. Quiet of surging torrents. Of flowing beyond the course between margins. Yes, a mouth. Close to words. That run at the speed of not being said when the eyes yes, the eyes, run by them. And fail to drink.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
I want no speed for the thirst!
This poem is Excellent!
Warm HuGs,Sheee
With eyes that appreciate the words which quench my thirst,
Joseph*
luv the flow to this one, Alexandria ...
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enjoyed, Art Sun...
thank you so much
jorge
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
CJ