Healing waterA Poem by CamoloLike the fluid veins of the earth It is flowing down,the humid canals of a broken mask Releases,blurrs and sores these cristal crimson spheres And opens an abyss in my bosom strangling me slow and gentle A spark of an opal drop reflecting the silent panorama just splashes on rigid fingers Curing the storm inside softening the hard tense lines of a broken mask Now I feel the sea of calm drowning a reddish mask into the damp of my healing water © 2017 Camolo |
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