Butterflies on cheeks
in a whisper, thoughts do slip
inside blank pages
I've awoke in ink
a stranger force inside me
gales are Lullabies!
in blue skies I blink
a symphonic crescendo
hot and beautiful!
deadly white and dressed
a rough Ashlar's beauty
tumbling ideal's roar
as sand shields my toes
wright, after wright, after wright
the sun, breathes on me
and, at the ready
a landslide worded harshly
'are you awake', now!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem