Vic 3 Poem by RIC BASTASA
Vic 3
There is this blue cloud
floating in your head
and your brows try to
shake it off
and then it rains
and pillows get wet
the room is cold
and the floors crack
There is this sun
glowing in your heart
and light enters
in your eyes
the eyelids lose
the shape of shutters
There is this landscape
in your mouth
with the contours
of a bay
impressing that big
smile
for the sea
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