Siesta Time Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Siesta Time



August was a gigantic shining ball,
A luminous glass month.
Within it, the only thing that seemed alive
Was the tiny, yet measureless, activity of the jasmine:
A white murmur
That painted the silence with quiet.



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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com

Sunday, July 29, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: august,jasmine,silence
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