Writer… Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

With the pen the poet writes passionately
fraternal verses whose notes withdrawn
get lost in the distant maze of
some conscience scorned in solitude...

Violet clouds gather to flashes of gold
in the pallor of a sky worried about him
noise of turbulent bursting waters in
the flow of a submissive and quiet
valley belowa fresh mantle full of living species...

Long-suffering and tolerant life for lovers,
revealing balance to the Being that makes
sprout unbearable tears jumping to vain luck,
deathly pallor of the portrait that sweats the
temple that Thinking person exhales phrases
in sighs to nourish himself...

Pleasant time of reflection that devours ideas in
repose of the ink that the vate perceives in his hands,
pensive glances press her lips creating a verve
by sharing what lies in his noble heart...

John Bisner Ureña.