3674 Where it has stepped your horse

And my yearning is
That here
Where it has stepped your horse
The grass will bear again.
I’d want that grow green
The dense ivy
In my vast walls,
That it be built again
With solid stones
My wall of Jericho.

I wish to know the map
Of intricate aromas
To those that you subdued me
And wandering I go erratic
Without being able to decipher
The smells of your company.

And I’m ecstatic day by day
Wondering in my inside
And on my outside
Without knowing
What color has the pleasure
With which has impregnated me
Your smile.
Publicar un comentario