Ayi Escalona Poems

there is no poverty in poetry: it is a rich world
of flowers
and magic, of images that imaginations create
a warm sun
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Cómo podría vencer la soledad de la noche
Cuando cada chispa de la quema de los pensamientos es el dolor de
Y ese corazón bombea lágrimas y la sangre no
Voy a seguir llorando y esperar a que la herida sane
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my longing eyes are deeply staring
at the lying empty bottles of wine
and not so far away, is a misty glass
in it, is a chunk of haply floating diamond
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i could get tired reading a novel
trudging through all the chapters
paragraph by paragraph
line upon line
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life is a paradox..
what you WANT
you dont get
what you GET
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It’s cold and dark everywhere
The clouds kissed the mountains near
The hungry rivers are shouting and swelling
Help! The grassland is drowning
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the door goes bang

he leaves
with no assurance that he is returning
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in these lonely summer nights
i occasionally place my bed
in the uppermost floor of my simple abode
it is directly underneath the skies
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Almost as if in mourning
I typed these words
Quite not precisely like mourning
Yet there is a deep sense of loss
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