jueves, 28 de agosto de 2014

the white page

the white page,
like a fresh snowed mountain,
stays

the pure surface,
like a virgin to be touched,
waits

the empty space,
like a child, so innocent, so pure,
emerges.

to H. R.


2 comentarios:

  1. To paraphrase Nicanor Parra, you have 'improved on the white page' with this poem.

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