We are talking about virtue.
Poetry is our mineral
signpost;
Wherever it takes us, we go.
even in the fire
even in ashes!
On the other side of the sky
with a few brothers
We'll see you across the street.
We are attracted to the unusual.
with a youthful spirit.
Homer!...
A few grains if we become
on your sandy beaches,
a few random verses
on your rock!
A chorus of wounds...
Pain that wants
the dream to bear fruit.
We travel at a heavy price;
we cry for those who have strayed,
They were dazed and fell.
on the foundations of loss...
photo Sergio-sq, https://pixabay.com
