Silent Haven... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Melancholic winter on a moonless night,
threshold of dark paths color figures
skeletal that scare in the daylight that
cold dances fearfully on the palm leaves
who stretch their arms in a serene song.

Emerald landscape of living valley with a coastline
lucky girl full of cool turquoise clapping
sparkling between the ups and downs of the swaying waves.

Sea breeze runs caressing the fine sands and goes
licking with his salty tongue the shadow of birds that
they sail playing trills almost mute of pleasure,
majestic time in the peace of a creation full of
meek roads in search of brave nomads
that nest in the twilight of a silent refuge.

Writer-Poet and builder of dreams.
'Believe in yourself, do not limit yourself,
or condition yourself.'
'Together building dreams of life.'