Irregular
Poem
She
writes poems
under
the full
moonlight
each,
a tear drop rolling
down
her cheeks
a
landscape moving its borders
claiming
for self
existence
self
coherence
in
self
sufficiency within
their
irregular size
she
writes dark
singularities
-
not
so dark, due to
the
moon -
about
time and the time
she
was a flower
dressed
in coral
Alice-blue
for
whom
the
moon fell
Now
that
her colors die
in
the ground
and
her beauty is locked
clockwise
somewhere
it's love
that
brings them together
though
tears flow
and
glitter.
©
2016, José Eduardo Coelho
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