A
couple of things I've missed
to
water
my
plants to
stupidly
bemuse
the
turtles and the purples and
avoid
butterflies' owners
with
nothing but
things
they
own ~ invisible
wings
decaying
to
wash my letters of all
the
dirty ideas
and
hide any mountains
under
the sheets where
trees
rest their roots
and
landscapes grow, their freshness
of
rivers
to
sing as if being
in
love and
silence
my stream when closing
my
eyes
each
night
I
am an undesirable drink
one
you'd be wishing to
keep
safe
far
behind the code
of
your dreams
close
to hell's
heat
however,
words pop
and
feed
illusion
up
to the skies
I
breathe
only
to miss
the
greatest and rarest
You
©
2016, José Coelho
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