The poem in you...

The poem in you
is a black voice in jazz...
somehow fragile... somehow deep and strong...
the lyrics you sing...
are words creating wind between trees...
lifting maple Leafs...
towards canvas of fruits and passion...

You have

semblants of Red...
scratches on black
you paint on us...
squares of infinite love cycles

Good morning my Love... Good morning world around!

Br1

Manuel Espinoza