The water bucket was brought by a woman.
She left.
Her child needed to be fed.
Sands.
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.
Sahara
Tonight
Your love gives way to his.
My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.
Thank you.
Love
Gabriela
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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