"compangna" poems
We meet at a desert
Chapped lips, are the loneliness of the journey
No need of any openings
Already saw a familiar shadow from each other's eyes
The storm was a sudden
rushed to their respective distant
When seeds shed
Raindrops, footsteps shine Green throughout the desert
After the rain, the sunsets Long
Red orange yellow green indigo purple rainbow
One bent toward my country
One bent toward your town
We stop with a misty sky
Overlooking distant rainbow
If I had a Pegasus
I would like to ride it along this rainbow
Toward yours
Compangna
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC