Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Faces in the mirror - II

Her skin is gold like the desert sand
She holds the dreams of the world
In the hollow of her hands
Her voice reminds me
Of the wind through the leaves
Her tears flow like rivers in to the sea
And her eyes don’t know... they glow like Heaven

1 comment:

Isabel Martínez Rossy said...

Has regresado vibrante de inspiración... precioso poema!!!