Love 334 Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

lost love

found love

raw, cooked

unconsumated love

consumated love

love given, taken

love, hate, love, hate love

trees

pond

path with flowers, wind

stars

you naked

green grass


fire, advancing towards the clouds

clouds move, i see them from my cave, in the forest

the stream passes in front of my cave, the wind blows 2 near the cave

the entrance is covered with ivy

The strong sun filters through the ivy, its hot

i throw rose petals on the pond