The fairest flower holds my heart in her hands.

She understands my spirit's secrets, she reads

my enigmas when the moon cries and the lilies

float on lakes of sorrow and silence.

When the cold shadows fall on me and the sea

whispers incantations, she embraces my pain,

lulling my eyes, writing me words of peace

and light, singing me songs of beauty and


She is God's delicate petal , the love in my heavy


Even distant, we are not apart.

She is my spring rain, the kindness blooming

in me again as I dream away thinking about

delicacy more one day.

Karla Bardanza

For my friend CB - the fairest flower in my garden of love, my another self in U.S

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