terça-feira, 12 de setembro de 2017

The silence of the gardener ...


It were not words,
it was the flowers
who lived in your heart
drawn with love
that was marked
through your hands,
in all the gardens
which he cultivated during his lifetime.
He made poetry in his silence,
cared abou life
of who passed there
and in your anonymity,
talked about love
without saying anything.
by/erotildes vittoria/2013

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