sexta-feira, 8 de junho de 2018

Poemas soltos (XIII)

Dedicated to Yca, my True African Love

When seeking nor fame, or glory,
To search all that is True
To hear both tale and story
Near to the Ocean blue

To share an open heart
while living day life dreams
To be at peace, at calm
It's easier than it seems

The smell of body and Soul
One Huge Love that was found
One taste so pure as Gold
You'll never go around

The roots are there before you
what proof is needed more?
Africa enchanted the Spirit
It left an open door

The almond eyes that bound
The smile, gesture, the hug
The tender kiss, her sound
You feel there's God above.

Marco Valente, 08-06-2018

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