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Flowing...

Air flows inside;
willful torrent exhaling
breath of restrained emotion;
hurricane that the sand stirrs
in search of lost illusions.

Waves flow inside;
lonely, the energy
embraces the tree trunk;
chords of hope blossom
amidst the lyre murmur.

And poetry flows,
the path inside the soul,
echo of a verse still resounding.
Between Heaven, Earth and me
life is flowing...

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© 2007 Silvia Martínez Sánchez

 

This poem has been translated from Spanish. This is the original version: Link