Common And Wild Literary Trench... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

I open my eyes,
I wake up and I'm alive
I give thanks and I can
exhale the softest
and mysterious aromas...

I hear the roar of
life roaring in me,
then a silence
interrupted flows pleasantly...

In the countryside the desire to live is
surprised cutting lilies
of the proud luster of its buds and,
love hides from vanity
that on tiptoe is looking at the
rose bushes and thorns the heart...

Exciting existence like the
beautiful auroras that shyly paint
a soft smile on the horizon
as it dissipates on greedy cheeks
that with happy gratitude writes
on black and white
indelible poetic verses
engraved in the trench
literary memory of a
To be common and wild...

John Bisner Ureña.