awakening

The
light arose
as foliage
bouquets of tender dawns
resting my head
on your breasts – hard as clouds
half asleep
chasing empty horizons
for the only flower
that droops its stem
to face the total stillness
of a silent earth.

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Beyond Language

The Poetry of Pablo Saborío

awakening

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