Guillermo Veloso

Rookie - 323 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

My Garden Of Broken Things - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

I hold this chalice virgin, but
This glass is already broken
It shines radiant in the light
My garden is a garden of broken things
Lives like glass already broken in youth
The wounds I suffer I suffered in the womb
The sun I gaze upon rises in the dark and falls at dawn
The end I embrace
Lives in the precious moment
And so releases me


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 19, 2012


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