Rose Jeweled
Mutineer is difficult to describe
as the sun shines on the manuscript
exhuming the pink studded the cultivated
rounding the essence in Sanskrit
paths disappear
light stick in the storm
chariots of fire fluoresce
Untying the knots of longing
I have no more tears deer
by conheçer the land of your smile
pinewood birds write
Golden weavers in his Paradise
returned by the same route
triangular waves beyond the Desert
his touch aphrodisiacs fondly
in love without measure the pier opened.
Arthur Nett
25/06/2011
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