What We Cannot Describe

What we cannot describe
only the eyes of the heart –
still intact as a
dewdrop – can see it.

Erupting from the depths of the sky
Rainbow announces the good news:
– ripe at last the fruit of the eye
is about to be harvested.

Yet in the same space and in another time
carried by the shimmering sound of the waves
volatile & mysterious blooms
the flower of love

And even if the lightning reduces to ashes
The castles built in the air of time
love spreads
like a jungle on fire …

Todays best new poem was written by D’Almeida J.

 

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