Monday, September 27, 2010

Toothpaste Whiteheads



Your soul afraid
chastened by the events, the wind had given

his cry of pain, my soul instead

tired and dissatisfied,

scanned the sky waiting for a sign, the receptivity of our hearts

did the rest of the work and now
love hath been revealed
in all its magical beauty,
our corner of heaven but
covers every now and then dark clouds, then promptly lights

the return of the sun that warms the heart
. We open our arms with confidence

grind our armor,
because today is a new day and its effect
melt
forever our fears.

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