Love Dressed In Hope
Written by Grace Villaverde
I don’t know if I bite thirst
of the schizoid, or I give you my eyes/
I walk in unison
delighted among living fountains,
I tie myself to the world with an imaginary thread…
there somewhere,
there is the flower, which is my look of light/
While I break like mirror
Despite the heart of an invisible sun…
I kiss her mouth
I hug a sigh,
who doesn’t know where I lost my memory/
Love clothed in hope,
the poem never stops beating
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