When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…

A conflict

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Air without wind   
           –I’m asking for movement


Desire covered by emptiness   
Hope where fantasy died
           –I’m still asking for motion


  Clouds walking with birds   

                Leaves in windy spirals

           Breeze touching my lips

                      –I am amused by this!


_____Adriana Citlali
XXII-IV-MMXII
XV-I-MMXV

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Author: Adriana Citlali Ramírez

A citizen of the world, born in Mexico city... A physicist (working as a geophysicist) and a part-time artist (creative writing, oil/acrylic painting, photography)… All posts and poems ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez. All rights reserved.

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