NEVADA (15 diciembre, 2018)
Las hojas vuelan
Como plumas
De pájaro,
Soltándose en la brisa,y cayéndose.
Son poesías, Canciones,
En los interiores de los necesitados,
Cubriéndolo todo
En pureza y en un arco iris de blanco.
Por: Karla
COUPLETS (December 29, 2018)
Poetry
comes out of this:
Quiet
moments,
A little
loneliness.
Much contemplation.
A feeling
of wellbeing,
Having
wished for the best,
And with
much prayer for
everyone.
Songs come
from another
place…
Straight
from the heart.
There is a
fine line
Between
poetry and song.
When one
becomes the other,
They are
like you and me,
Couplets.
Yet
distinct entities,
Filling
loneliness in a special way.
We are
different,
Yet become
complements.
By: Karla
