Enlightened breezes cast hope
on far away lands,
spices and gin flavour the words
of the lithe.
Nothingness and fledglings love
the mist of the eve.
Molds and pots and far away things
plaster the walls of the inns.
Slices of existence cut through
the landscape that was once a town.
Buried in the soil, seeds laying dormant,
tell a story of old and far away winds.
i find myself traveling in this poem as a happy stowaway in a voyage of words..i agree with patricia, this poem is a keeper!
Loved every line in this. It has such a rich feel to it, as though everything were part of every other thing..saved this for my favorites..thank you (smiles) Patti
the spices of granada is plain to see for you have taken away the mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound poem. loved it.