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