zestasiá

sit
In green luxuries
Where the birds sing symphonies
of stunning
Tragedies.
Preying on happiness
hovering on mangroves
guarding the river.
Black sky’s screaming
Narcotic pessimist she
travels the land
floating on the bridges of waves.
wind rusting away

in a field of sunflowers
face towards the sun, bees
hum around tired ears
preaching parts of nature
keeping you together
And her secrets
safe.
Imperial manifestations
As she watches faces fade
away
She spoke of warm days
With apricot eyelids
Squinting into the sun.