Monday, August 18, 2008

Inner sight

The sun cannot be covered by a sieve
Nor is a river hampered by a straw
So even if the eyes cannot perceive
How could passion be blocked by a wall ?
Over the hill a rose is out of sight
But its fragrance pervades throughout the space
Its colour may be red or may be white
For the proof is the soul, and not the face.
Simply because the wind cannot be seen
The clouds would not refrain from their commotion
Thus superficial absence is just mean
Unable to prevent a single emotion.
When the eyes find no shelter anymore
Sees the heart the one living in the core.



Metre: Italian hendecasyllable


Demian Martins©2008 copyrighted in the National Library,Brazil

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