Rose Flores Martinez
The Adverbs - Poem by Rose Flores Martinez
Sometimes there are just things you don't understand
and just can't explain how things happen
Sometimes you just want to know
how matter or atoms collide; and raise a question about a lightning bolt
Often history repeats itself and your memory shines
like billboards in the sky; it reminds you of Moses
of Socrates, of Zeus, and those gods of myth.
Always, the world would ask about technology, and how it works
searching for new inventions and cure
There is a thin line between fiction and truth
because when you write, your work becomes your world
and others will never understand that
and you can't explain how, why and when that happens.
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