Poem by Ade Caparas
her eyes rove in fickle strides
until it swells and see no more..
she adores the romantic full moon
sighs, love isn’t full..
she challenges the sunrise
weary, but wearies..
she swings with the wind
she stamps in the rain
nothing, but wet tears..
the day is over
her eyes too swollen
to see– the lovely sunset.
(tuesday 29 january 2013)………….adecaparas
background photo by: colour of love w/ superimposed del-portrait.