Photo: FreeFoto.comA poem
I look through the window
and my pupils shine
while the sun caresses me
with its tender hands.
A multitude of greens
scatters its charm
among the multicoloured flowers
which entangle with my look.
The perfume of jasmines
sweetens the warm air,
a humming bird plays
with a bunch of magic.
My mind gets enlightened
and my thoughts oscillate
rocked by the beauty
that comes into my soul.
My imagination shakes
and releases nice words
that draw a poem
on the wings of my dreams.
María Griselda García Cuerva.
A nice poem, Griselda. Nature is always good to dream.
ResponderEliminarCarla
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ResponderEliminarGriselda
Es un placer leer estos versos, me parece estar viendo la multitud de verdes y las flores multicolores.
ResponderEliminarSofía
Muchas gracias por tus comentarios, Sofía.
ResponderEliminarGriselda
A beautiful poem, María!
ResponderEliminarSusan
Many thanks for your nice words, Susan.
ResponderEliminarGriselda