(image by machitamami)
Dobro o tempo em
mil Tsurus
e os observo ganhar vida,
voar para longe
carregando meu desejo
em suas asas.
I fold time into
one thousand Tsurus
and watch them
as they gain life
flying away
in the distance
carrying my wish
on their wings.
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ReplyDeleteI had to look up Tsurus. Now I understand. Now I see. This is just the kind of down-to-earth (pardon the pun) magic that you do so beautifully, Kenia. I love this! Kisses :)
ReplyDeleteI always love your words - you have a way of capturing thoughts of love in a unique but empathetic way. I also love your choice of pictures, which always compliment the words.
ReplyDeleteDobro o tempo em
ReplyDeletemil Tsurus
Doblo el tiempo en
mil Tsurus
¡Qué maravilla! How much is contained in only two verses.
lírico!
ReplyDeleteTruly lovely in every way.
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel your words!
ReplyDeleteMy best regards!
A very powerful poem for all its brevity. The focus and energy needed to create a tsurus should be enough to absorb wishes and give it life.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and refined - you have a way with words for sure.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my site - You are right about the lightness in the design.
Thankyou
amazing, love your style.
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I could have sworn I already posted a comment here! This is a beautiful poem. The idea of folding time is especially intriguing!
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abs Kenia