Under the storm

... as on clusters, the light poses and turns on your chest and harvests;
Meanwhile, the morning throws like omens spears,
And, like kisses, rain;
...
Do you hear them?
Oy you hear how the rough earth welcomes
The sunrise
and poppies and jasmine sprout?]
... your burning breath abrasa, and this is where the fire converges with fires
and in their virtue they are touched, melted and burned;
... Our silence is pure and deep in front of the terrible clamor of heaven and earth;
Everything is value, and yet, rain drops stun us.
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://www.oriondanthoseas.com
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