River / SemlusSertus

Let me go
water is simply a rapture and a second descent

like from the east
slip the veil of clouds to the feet
Suddenly, with a immense slant, they fell into the snowfall of the Tatras
True poems are simple but they hit with the strength of a waterfall
higher and lower water catchment geometry
so close the reality in the Ark of the Baroque fountain
dance sensual meanders full of milk words
be in haze and in aloe leaf
drown the fire without suppressing the sparks
sunburn sands of the island sail around
And knowing that everything is overflowing
find port

around
around