THE WIND

Wrapped in silence,



she had all eternity


before her.


Words still lay on her


tongue, stirring a quiet


pain, awakening a thousand


ghosts.


(but she was an immaculate petal)






She had built a wall around


her to face the sky. Stones


of hatred cemented her soul


to the ground.






She was a creature without


wings.


(She had a limited sight of the stars)


Who would dare reconcile


the moon with her dreams


when the substance was


hard?






In captivity, he watched


her with half-closed eyes,


outside himself.






Within a seed, a thousand


flowers were sleeping gently


waiting for the wind to


reverse its direction.






Karla Bardanza

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