Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

A Waterfall - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Woman, the tides are unsure -
You are crestfallen and demure.
Such little sighs, immense allure,
All from a woman beautifully obscure.

Come with a plethora
Of gardens bequeathed from
Thousands of men,
And I will tell you their wayward stories,
Their rise and fall,
How they undulate through
A river of hollow gambles.

Let me rivet you,
Like a resilient river girdled to the Earth
One with the breath of the trees,
The mildew, the first dropp of
Frigid vapor.

I will battle with a love
That reduces to ashes
Everything it gets its frivolous hands
Upon.
Your blood upon my glass,
Your warmth upon my winter,
Your breath upon my death,
Your flourish upon my petals that wither,
Your pillars upon my structures
Everything you are
Upon the nothingness that I am.

Pour upon me all of you,
And I shall fill you with
Everything that you are,
Upon mine soul.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011


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