Water never complains
flows and fits fearless
changing shapes
but not her dreams
throbbing among rocks
beating hills and winters
so is the water flowing
from the heart of the poet…
El agua nunca se queja
fluye y se adapta sin miedo
cambiando sus formas
mas no sus sueños
palpitando entre rocas
venciendo montañas e inviernos
asi es el agua que fluye
del corazón del poeta…
Perfection.
Thank you 🙂
En su caso, un gran corazón hecho.
Un millon de gracias Mikels!! 🙂
Your axis mundi of a water droplet is pretty astonishing.
We spin ourselves as such with the same complexities Elaine! I wouldn’t like it any other way 🙂 thank you for joining the twirls!