I arise with the mist
of a thousand voices: :
A thick blanket of
bees.
They pierce me with
their being,
with the sad hint
We’re part of the same
scheme.
Apart, lies a world
that
is not living.
A soothing sense of
suspension unbinds
my feet.
I hear a soundless
murmur: .
And human hubbub
gives way
To a balmy void.
love this one Geraldo!!
ResponderExcluirThank you, Thalita!
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