Treasure Island

Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

One's Soft Silver String!


The well is full
but it not overflows
a draining mechanism
Keeps it Leveled

the seed of the desert
stored inside the chest
sleep, does not germinate
but is ready to sprout

Awaits the the well leak!

lost love, bad memories
their defenses, pain
perfectly filed and labeled
with all sorts of excuses

The desert awaits for ruling

The body sick the killer mind
the lack of love for inhumanity
false kisses, false words
so kindly treasured by impunity

Await the excuses ending

Oh! So many waits and
i need a flood of water
One seed to sprout
before someone touch one's soft silver string

Submitted: Sunday, December 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 03, 2012

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