midnight in the garden of peace

midnight in the garden of peace
becomes a world without borders,
and such a path is light for others.
What a wonderful feeling!
A poet sends away his precious pearls,
knowing that hundreds of hearts,
all over the world,
will open to embrace them.
Then loneliness is no longer loneliness,
then sadness is no longer sadness,
wounds don’t hurt so much,
because the touch of poetry is the healing touch.
The flow of words
I keep the words in my bosom to ripen,
to each be crystal clear,
clear as a clear sky, then,
when their time comes,
to be ready and come out of me
in perfect order.
I choose words
like you choose roses for a bouquet of love,
to be fresh and fragrant,
so that when they flow,
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