| LATITUDE |
| A moment of slumber lingers within the vines of flesh A desire that may be passing by With a slight feeling of hollowness Mystifying the world with no boundaries Perfect myth, adding chapters in the book called life... Enjoyable and satisfying, but not much Just a sketch of imagination It made me see an incredible facade of a red, red rose So elegant like an artist’s masterpiece Unexpectedly, senses became delicate So beautiful it provoked a rapture within Making me grasp for breath as cold goosebumps confirmed Please don’t ask me to dance in that song you’re singing and make me posses the depths of your being Like the way lilacs do under the orange sun Your voice creates an impression of fascination Making the defenses uncertain Don't ask me now to let your magic brush into my eyes and lure your arms into mine... Gone are the thoughts and music that wheeled back and forth in my mind Fleeting enchantment that used to swing the soul of emptiness Felt obscure illusions once in every while Lately, yes I did Tried to contain the pleasurable latitude with such great effort You entered into my dreams So long, up to the beauty of dawn. By: Maya Guzman Santos |
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