📚The Poems📖
Poems are birds that arrive
we don't know where they land
in the book you read.
When you close the book, they take flight
like a trapdoor.
They have no landing
nor port
feed for an instant on each pair of hands
and leave.
And look, then, these empty hands of yours,
in the amazement of knowledge
that their food was already in you ...📖🌼🌸🌺🥀✍️
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