Female Concerto

Female Concerto

Her face is shining
on the sky of my open wounds
healing my all purple pains
by raining in my soul quietly

- There is a possibility to kiss the infinity
she breeds me everyday again and again
from beginning to eternity

Her hands are blossoming
on the forgotten meadows of my skin
reminding me the red alphabet
of desire written on my body’s history

- There is a possibility to caress the serenity
she wakes up my deaf hopes everyday again and again
from disappointment to endless creativity.