POESIA

Poetry

Helena Ferreira


And my poetry walking
Horizon crossing rivers and mountains
Ride winged horses
Are the morning dew.

Your secret hideout
From secret dreams
Which dawn
And lurking eyes confused.

The poet's eye
Waiting verses arise
As if by magic
As these verses that I have received now.

By far ...
On wings of butterflies
Gently flowing
In my mind
 In my hands
To quickly write
Afraid of losing them.

And they will fly to other places
The charms of a poet
What do you expect these my verses,
To delight the eye,
Ears,
For those who appreciate poetry.

And I get the
My dear verses
Immersed in poetry
And to give them life
That this moment is created
My soul of poetry.