Abyss



You walk through the abyss of my sorrows
as a moonbeam on the seas,
you perfume the vessel of my regrets
with nard and myrrh of your tenderness.


In the calm of my dawn,
you leave all your softness.
then you walk through my sorrows,
in silence you will expand your perfume.

©Christina

1 commento:

  1. OMG give credit to the mexican poet Amado Nervo, you just stole his poem and wrote ©Christina as if it was yours. I hate people like you.

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