Trying to conquer what has gone lost
Trying to recapture a moment's emotion
How do you lose happiness?
Or is it taken violently?
The hurt is there to learn from
But this pupil has become unaware
And unknowing
To an extent of silence of a mute soul
To the extent of forgiving sinners and trespassing against one's own self
An extent of which tears can only tell
An extent so twisted and unrecognizable
An extent... lost.
I liked this very much.
I appreciate that you choose your words very selectively and economically.
I see myself in this piece, both in style as well as content.
-James
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
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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I appreciate that you choose your words very selectively and economically.
I see myself in this piece, both in style as well as content.
-James