Listen to the rain.

Listen to my footsteps crying in pain,

lost between magic and some unseen splendor.

Listen to my heart crushed by the weigh

of this void tattooed deep inside as

words I try to find to make time stand


When I look back,

I see poems drawn in despair

when the lazy moon drank the lake.

I feel my soul leaving me quietly

as a bitter darkness hid behind my

dark eyes.

My vacant stare flies, inventing from

within itself some ignored dreams,

opening a limitless silence between

my butterflies and your sweet streams.

The-sea-air-sanctified embraces

my sorrow, water circumscribes us

now and tomorrow, everything is

waiting till you drop everything to

listen to the rain as my heart

whispers I love you again.

Karla Bardanza

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