In The Green Field Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

In The Green Field



the flowers of many colours,
the yellow ones are like a melody like a
waltz, others are deeper
colours like the tango
another dance the flowers inspire indolence

sometimes i sit in the hall of mirrors thinking of you

you decimated me on the front

my mirror shattered

action is required in the sea of many fish

between love and hate a small flower grows

i come to you with a lorry load of love

to change for kisses

in those kisesis disclosed the beauty of the goddeses

they turn into a rapsody the harps plainive cry

perhaps it dreams of holing a sea conch by the seaside

near the blue water

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