... dizzy with possibilities, rain, snow, sun if she's in a playful mood. Clouds more fun: like cotton candy, sticky on the fingers, and they taste good, too! She loves drawing ziggy-zaggy lines - that's lightning, she tells me, making noises in her throat (that's thunder). With a psssssssh sound, she makes like rain. Where's the wind, I ask her; she rolls her eyes and puffs out her cheeks - there it is, captured behind her lips. And where's the sun? She arcs her arms around my neck and already I know the answer: in my arms.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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
And where's the sun? She
arcs her arms around my neck and
already I know the answer: in my arms.
What's the sun without love? - David
arcs her arms around my neck and
already I know the answer: in my arms." Absolutely beautiful!
Keith
God Bless
Michelle~
Love,
Susan
ton ami de la C-B, Canada,
Regis
Fee
Love tinka
R~
Walt
Your poem is so special. ((( Many Hugs! ))) Paul. I'll forgo my signiture for today seeing it's replaced by the hugs.
Amor
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)
nice Karla.
John
an enjoyable read into the thoughts incorporating Nature within your arms...
very nice...
Art Sun...
always,
randy
Your friend Ron
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