In this poem is revealed the impression that produces to the senses the presence of beautiful women


Sense


Beautiful young women, walk. I don't know where!
They shine arrogant, exuberant, vain.
They watch me
I watch them
They laugh
I laugh
An aroma to flowers impregnates the atmosphere
Fragrances of women
That it stimulates my senses

Fragrances, flavors, images, sounds
I feel that these sensations merge in one
As if they were dancing angels
Around the tree of the life

They are sensations that merge in one
in a enthusiasm sensation
one sensation....
one ---
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Poetry by Fernando Guzmøn Toro
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Written on 2008-02-05 at 06:12

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