House Of Sensations Poem by Beatriz Gomes
House Of Sensations
Poetry's best mate is fountains
on the hills-Crescent on me,
the wave, I thought-Best place
I could instance Rest-
All left greed honers the plumber-
A view to mite the hundre-
Limeted kindred glass to weak
vibrant house of sensations-
White screen dislumbre right
decisions to paint the seventh
sky while I wait for a signal,
I process-(wild love, wild love)
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8/30/2026 1:12:47 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
A good start with a nice poem, Beatriz. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.