Angelica Mora
Tell me what is
and when you want it.
Fill my ears of your sentences
no matter what you say but talk to me
what you feel and what you want
what you always do.
From what I see in the air, litmus
on the wing of a butterfly,
of flowers, their perfect designs
and different colors. Details
leaves with their shapes and shades
tree that every year the fall loose. Notes
the snail, with its intricate
and perfect designs that contain some
the voices of the sea.
Tell me love, no matter
that was not mine.
I understand and I will
understand you better.
Tell me about whatever, or different
oldies but tell me ....
so
able to find within your
unfathomable maze.
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