Little woman

Strain

Think about me, little woman

As in the remains of fire

Keep me in something that looks like a pool of carps

The gate of yesterday is so tough

Just like closing the eye of the sun during glaciation

When it gets dark and my sight just can cry

The collection of flowers that no one has appointed is pending

On the hill that never changes its color

I've seen you running towards dense early top mango trees

And you still have those sunflowers that live in your cheeks

Little woman, my heartbeat is like a drop, rusting sad vessels

Bees come back for the same reasons

Have you seen them, slowly touching chamomile petals

When twilight is more distant and so you know

I love you, as a carousel, your heart

  • Author: Strain (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 19:49
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 17
  • Users favorite of this poem: Caring dove, Lorna
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  • Caring dove

    my favourite lines
    ''I've seen you running towards dense early top mango trees
    And you still have those sunflowers that live in your cheeks''

    sunflowers that live in your cheeks.. cannot help but love the wording in every line .. beautiful 🙂

  • Lorna

    Charming,charming, charming........love keep me in something that looks like a pool of carps......... beautiful.......



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