Watch me multiply flowers while the wind carries invisible
Poems all through the night.
Even clouded by pain and disillusioned with reality,
I knit future carefully pretending not to notice
My own desire.
My wanting anticipates my tomorrow,
My fire lost in my language burns
Quietly…so quietly…
I sigh in frustration, I step back
And wander…
I want to waken infinity, I need to know
All of your dangerous secrets…I crave for
A one- way ticket to your heart but my untamed
Fate insists on a prelude…
Hungry I wait for my harvest…
Hungry my eyes send messages
To my pores while my heart waits for
The one it adores...
Karla Bardanza
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