I wander the world
planting poems;
words of love
full of my soul.
Wanderer poet
your lips are spread;
moving unintentional
motionless in your verses.
Rolling without wheels;
Flying without wings;
Words given to migrate
after your sorrows.
And if someone asks me
what I came to do in this world,
I came to plant poems
with words for the soul…
Vague por el mundo
sembrando poesías;
Palabras de amor
llenas del alma mía.
Poeta vagabundo
de labios dispersos;
me muevo sin querer
inmóvil en mis versos
Rodando sin ruedas;
volando sin alas;
palabras dadas a migrar
detrás de mis penas.
y si alguien me pregunta
que vine a hacer a este mundo
vine a sembrar poemas
con palabras para el alma…
Gavriel Navarro© 2013
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Gavriel's Muse 
Ah! And what words they are.
Thank you Norm, you know the drill well! 🙂
And plant them deep you do precious…
Thank you sweet wanderer spirit ♥
Just wonderful.. 🙂
Thank you bro! Perhaps you could send me some links to get inspiration on your city?
+1 😀