From a burnt wood
From the slivers of time
From the gusty wind of waves
How from heart unto heart life could feel and see
Believe the hum of seasons
Touch the blossom of sun
Face the whip of tide; receive the mercy of Allah.

In poems, my hands are filled
With abounding grace, those
In time, be denied
Sweetness of flesh
Grip never releasing
Until blooms of stars refresh
Seeds for harvest.

A poem is from God’s sup,
Dropped down our tongues,
That sweet taste of bliss!

rosalinda flores martinez

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