Abism - Poetry

Fuente

The fresh breath
of mint or maybe not
of green that enters the darkness
or smoke sprayed with heat.

Strength between branches
that distinguish the armor,
of kisses and caresses,
of love with sweetness.

Captured the essence,
sheltered in the sigh,
waiting for a response,
with fear of oblivion.

Incomplete signs,
separate minds,
I wait on the sidewalk,
I hope I do not know anything.

The shadow is reborn again,
in the background it was always,
I'm upside down here,
in the place where he never was.

Dew at dawn,
Of compacted drops,
freshness generated
By opaque lights.

The birds are scaring
Amazing sound that always remains,
Buried near a landslide
Beautiful collision full of emotion feels.

Scarlet Loyo

This poem was written by a friend of mine called Scarlet Loyo. She's a very good writer, and i hope you like this poem.