Guillermo Veloso

Bronze Star - 2,519 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

Anabella In Spring - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

But by this grace of God
The gentle moan of earth would not be heard
On this spring day
The tenderness of green enveloped in
Impossible colors and the smile of a child
Her hair a puff of wind
The sun a golden arc that
Frames her skin
An empty canvas
Waiting for the brush
Life the palette and experience her paints

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 28, 2010

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