I kneel
you pray
a bird rises from the ashes
inside my soul
the desperation of the boats which never leave the shore
tolls the waves like a church bell
the moon gets pregnant with desires
aquatic flowers creep on my right arm
the poet of the city long forgotten
loneliness hangs on the streets
the myth of the Verona lovers worn
within the cycles of the moon
the heritage of the unknown
tries desperately
to be born
~ Gabriela M.
United States
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
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Beautiful!
Sensational poem! 💗
Beautiful. Excellent.