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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