cherry trees grew,
hardness in the open cuffs …
She kissed stars in the sky,
her shadow was beautiful
and her taste was a gift.
She never was wrong, never was wrong,
in the silent step of a heart within a song.
My love woke up so happy,
murmured secrets in the stillness
as the rain dampens the peaceful fields.
The next miracle, I believe,
it’s still being written in our same dream …
©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City November 15, 2016