HER LETTERS

She always sends me words woven out of flowers 

and beauty – news of endless enchantment.

She covers me with cloth of happiness as I read her

heart in each line and there is no other prize but

this feeling emerging in my veins, touching my eyes,

sacralizing our rite of pure love and rapture.



Karla Bardanza


For Cinda



 

1 comment:

  1. I am blown away. Toda Raba... my friend. ~ Cinda

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