today our world is covered in red dust, bleeding rust on white blossoms.
the sky has abandoned us– maybe it has run off, hand in hand,
with the sun; are they dancing or mourning
behind the grime-filled clouds?
as if cursed, the land
morphs into a sea of red.
skies will soon fall, crash
into us like summer– waves of desert sand will mercilessly soar
we will drown like fish,
like blossoms without
their petals, and
where will you be?
Pepa, you are giving away neither too little nor too much. Best form to convey your ideas and.... Me encanta. Many thanks.