Esciron el escribidor

Foolish Miracle - Poem by Esciron el escribidor

I can see her hands
those large thiny fingers
touching hands and faces
tickling hairs and eyes

And my hands, so empty
And my face, so rough
And my hair so barren
And my eyes so blind

I can see her lips
those gorgeous outlines
caressing cheeks and nouses
kissing mouths and souls

And my own
So far away from light
from rose's smell
from rain's shine

I can see her look
giving mercy to the ones
who have both needing's horror
and the glory of her eyes

But my emptynes will remain on darkness
and I'll be waiting a foolish miracle
of fulfiling this huge soul's hole
with just one curl of blond hair

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008

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