Read Poem by Ileana Andrea Gómez Gavinoser

I leave the pains of the soul on paper
The swift old pen writes the worn words
about
the other plot that is
unfolds in the novel
of a dark sky that strives to be reborn in the sunlight
of a long road that never reaches its destination
of the long row of flowers that never ends being born

There is only this form of dagger which is the tongue of the flowers that
cut the strips of ancient scrolls
And then let’s get rid of the words and the restless labyrinths
that form the dark night of becoming

conscious

of the long drops of tears falling on the paper

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