El Baúl de Los Recuerdos
A poem written for me a while ago. It means so much to me that I tend to keep it in a safe place??!
"La ciudad Dormida"
Urban landscapes afterdark
the moods and the possibilities
that begin to blow after midnight
push and pull creative minds
like a calm full moon on a restless ocean
forcing it to flow
inviting it to ebb the mind
an ancient full moon static
stuck in a narrow present
set free in an urban landscape after dark.
Poem by © P. A
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