There is a rainbow
crossing the midnight sky
and the colors spread against
the walls, enveloping
the silent flowers peacefully.
the halo of the moon
call many things to my mind
as i sit cooling beneath it
to be lulled by the sound
of the night.
alone i remain;
my shadow walking home,
looks back, penetrating
the now as if
it could survive eternity
and for a couple of minutes,
the midnight sky
listens to my tears
accumulating the things
of the past.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2014
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