teachers day poems

teachers day poems

Between missing aviators,
next to canals and shadows,
next to buried lilies,
teachers day poems you come flying.

Between bitter color bottles,
between anise and misadventure, rings
raising hands and crying,
you come flying.

About dentists and congregations,
about cinemas, and tunnels and ears,
with new clothes and extinct eyes,
teachers days you come flying.

About your graveyard without walls poems
where the sailors are misplaced,
While the rain of your death falls,
you come flying.

While your fingers rain falls,
While the rain of your bones falls,
While your laughter and your marrow drop,
love poems you come flying.

On the stones that you melt,
running, down, winter time down,
While your heart drops into droplets,
you come flying.

You're not there, surrounded by cement,
Black hearts and of notaries,
and enraged bones of riders:
you come flying.

Oh poppy marina, oh my mourner,
Oh guitar dressed as bees,
truth is not much shade on your hair:
you come flying.

Is not true as much shadow chasing you,
is not true as many dead swallows
so dark region with laments:
you come flying.

The black wind of Valparaiso day poems
It opens its wings of coal and foam
to sweep the sky where you spend:
you come flying.

There is steam