| "Fuschia Petals" This moment I touched a white, clear view All I have is a pen and a paper shouting for attention as if it'll be all thrown out of the trash I was contemplating beside the two significant presence Gazing obscurely at the vicious videocams and huge microphones why is it I couldn't let my mind focus to its objectives in this competetive environment Why is it that you are in the middle Of my being And stucked in my throat like a fishbone Why is it that I could hear your shady voice, echoing through my earlobes amidst these familiar crowd surrounding the cold and sketchy room? Your demeanor is all I can see Outside the bright wall glasses gaping while my eyes stumbled through the orange and fuschia petals flapping... How elating to feel and smell the cold and windy air I suddenly touched While the rain poured I looked at the clouds and still the figure of you is pasted in my view By: Maya Guzman Santos |
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