Sunday, November 09, 2014

2 poems by Teresinka Pereira

          Teresinka Pereira

Many spring seasons
have passed with their
threats of allergy.
Many illusions
have also passed
with their impossible
However, I am still writing
and each word seems
as new as the spring!
Tomorrow will start
a new season.


       Teresinka Pereira

We are poor human beings
who depend on nature
from which we came
and are an integral part.
We are fragile
in the immense universe.
We look at the full moon
for inspiration as poets
and we have to surrender
to the harmful vibrations
and emotional torments
it brings, hoping that
they will pass away
like the moon
in front of the sun.
We all will pass away
as do good or bad weather.

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