Winds’ dances
15 April 2016
Bravery
The mark of true hearts
Purity
Only trend
The tears in souls that they mend
When the love departs
There are skies
Where nightingales fly
To the sun
Flying high
They reach beyond the dark lies
Grounds where we are One
The love sways
It plays hide to seek
Inner ways
Sheltered soft
Deep within the mossy creek
Where green waters flow
Strong and slow
Threads of fate tie knots
In bundles
Of flowers
Within eye more than blue hue
Of forget-me-nots
Faltering
Between Jane the plain
Priscilla
Of deserts
The heart composes new games
A tic tac to who
Flipping coins
Cinderella’s shoe
Tossed in air
All is fair
My guess two mates would stretch loins
Beyond compare point
Bleak wit’s ire
Seeking soil or fire
Rebuttal
Of weak mind
Is but of the feeble kind
I take bare chances
Winds’ dances
Complete my footsteps
I watch calm
Your actions
In life we choose safe factions
Or lead into storms
Bow to norms
Or shine inner light
Am I worth
That dire fight
Rhetoric in phonetic
The woe in the Earth
Reading of the poem:
Winter moon – Stan Getz & Laurindo Almeida
O Grande Amor – Stan Getz & João Gilberto
Vivo Sonhando – Stan Getz & João Gilberto
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