A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
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Peeling the first dark purple layer (so thin and ready to become the wind) dispersing clouds, (apparently! do not get tricked) knowing that it hides the tears deep inside (transcending grief and sorrows and stories of this kind) until the sweet revealing core of truth is reached. Patiently peeling the unknown slides of time (while
Rasping blades, the cruel savage wields without a word in a world of fearless anger. Birds still sing and fly and nest. Thank you, Free Verse Revolution! You can read the poem here: https://freeverserevolution.wordpress.com/2019/11/01/around-daniela-marin/ Featured image from Pixabay
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
I knew very, very little about Māori people or their spiritual culture until two years ago, when miracle after miracle after miracle flied me to New Zeeland. At that time, I was not sure if I was gonna make it, if I was going to arrive there and also return back home alive. I even
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