The water bucket was brought by a woman.
Her child needed to be fed.
The time comes from nowhere and goes nowhere.
Between my thirst and this bucket of water,
Between the consciousness of man and that of the stars,
Matter passes from blue to gold.
Your love gives way to his.
My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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