| THE UNCOVERED
There aren’t enough words to say the truth, Or stating the myth behind the uncovered universe, Not enough ways to show how much I’d act on the unorthodox secret, Boundaries are certain, riddles are shaken, so am I, In this amusement… Pleasure… Colorful distraction. .. Why aren’t there enough ways to show this is real, Or is it just a delicate, peevish, agitated stirs? The words are like a beautiful sway of the dancin’ flowers, The purple tale behind the covered box A tale of sweetness, a play of anticipation… Why would you turn my courage out and onto the edge of the pinnacle, with the confusing bits of my questions? Would you let me remain gliding thru the winds of my senses? Will you get back and flow with the tales of this poetry? What if I also stumble through the warm, strong breeze of this fairy tales? Would you catch me, would you wrap me around the beauty of the uncovered? The poetry will surely rhyme… The days will surely fall, The end should be the beginning… By: Maya Guzman Santos Copyright © August 2007 |
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