Like a Painter Who paints just for painting That spends ink, just for coloring That’s how vain your words are They emanate sound Only for those who can’t hear. It’s your love As an obsolete artist, Drawing pieces of art In a lackluster notebook With numbers and letters.
Tag: air
I love you
Just as birds fly seasonallyAlways coming back where they startedJust like them, that’s what happens to me.No matter where I amI will always come back to you.As a safe harborWhose sailor seeks refugeThere is no sea or stormMay they take me away from you. Just like the August sunHeats without measureThus, at maximum temperatureSo, that’s how…
Tired Air
Tired air from thin bottleThat alludes to the crazy droughtPerpetual between lifeAlthough by some beloved.Stroll among the meadowsMore ephemeral of the valleyCute color usedOld and tired suit dress.If you feel it, run toward itWith all the strength in the worldAnd without asking or seeingHelp him, clean that vagabond.Treat it with patienceGive it fine sand and…