With six fingers I undress
The best of my spine
Closing incisions
Where earth hides
And God lifts my lazy heart
Curing the small coughs
Without moderations my head bows
My body squats better now
Announcing love by the rocks
And in front of this sea with his mouth into mine
Hope lives . .
Bellas letras…, pero tristes…, un retrato nítido…, hasta donde llega tu mirada?
Carlos, vengo con un poco de tristesa. Casi nostalgia. Con mirada profunda donde el rio so combierte en mar.
Gracias por tu amistad tan bella.
Your eyes have something to say, and I’m lost again in your lines. You grab peace and close your accounts of past, there you make me smile in your words of hope.
Beautiful photo, beautiful lines.
Pawan, your words are so beautifully read my friend.
Thank you for lifting the sight behind this write of mine.
Beautiful lines…!
Thank you darling!
You`re so welcome
: )
ok six fingers? that’s unique. Where I grew up, some people believed not to fix what God has given so I knew people with six fingers.
Also I don’t know if you meant that it’s God’s mouth into yours, but I like the idea of a divine kiss.
Great lines!
Yes – into mine. Where love beautifully tides.
Thank you : )
you are a beautiful stone immersed, with pebble toes touching earth
Thank you, i do feel like an apple tree, sometimes. hugs!
this flows so effortlessly … beautiful.
Thank you Stacy : )