Talking head
Talking code
I just don't know
Are you just poetry?
That's speaking to me
Or are you that good
That your speaking
Just to me
Only me
I want to know
I need to know
...the flowers that you bring
Daily
Set before me
On the same string
Stream
Gardening my day
Repeating blooms
By fall of night
Moon's light
Surrounding alike
Music to my existence
Speaking to me
In Soul
I want to know
I need to know
Are we talking in code
You and me
Surrender to the chime
Live with abondoned pride
Let's walk out together
In love Sublime
No other
Has ever
Walked the line
So baby,
Poetry
Is it you?
Speaking
To me
Only me
Are we talking in code
I want to know
I need to know
Are we talking in code
You and me?
Talking heads Talking code
... I don't know
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'Only Mystery makes us live, Only Mystery! ', Federico Garcia Lorca, distinguish Spanish poet said. True or not, Your poetry, always Makes us feel and think, A lot.!
Good evening, Sandra, Hola! Tky! Distinguished Spaniards know or don't know how the mystery reveals itself in time, all the while we look for answers and signs. Oh, yes, no, my poet tree if knotted is not not real, nor am I, but a stump, or a log, or a sham. But I am, oh! But I am! Lived to tell the fable in it's entirety, for I was really a shadow of the sham that They perceived I was, that I still am-Gio, turning in.