world’s illness, di Maria Beatriz Faria

world’s illness

Love and flowers

And monsters and beasts

All the green in the world

The envy,

Planted,

Persists

Gardens of roses

With thorns on their waists

The love in the dark

The light that remains

We look at each other

To see what to gain

Love in the corner

Alone in it’s reign

I’ll write and write Until my mind is empty Or at least until it’s not so heav… And if I end up Having written a library

I often wish I needed water and food More than I do But When I’m like this

Heartbreaks Come in spring For me Maybe Because it is nature’s time

Today The birds sung specially loud Or I am specially keen oh their s… I went outside to breath And came back breathless

Life Is made of moments In which You lay upon your eyes And dream

Another poem lost on me Because I didn’t run down the sta… To write it Like a ship lost at sea Because there were no maps or star…

Hades himself May come kiss my hand For I have died And been to Hell From it’s ashes

How is time So quick to pass And the weeks So far between? How is love