Poet.Legit

 There is nothing in space

only debris of past conflagrations

and a blurry light, faraway

I’m here to bring you a bunch of

roses, give me your hands. 

Underneath a veranda full of flowers 

you steal the violets kiss. 

Smiles the Moon beyond the silken

 There is nothing in space

only debris of past conflagrations

and a blurry light, faraway

The tennis player plays with three balls:

the first he throws back

the second he puts in his pocket

 There is nothing in space

only debris of past conflagrations

and a blurry light, faraway

The tennis player plays with three balls:

the first he throws back

the second he puts in his pocket

I’m here to bring you a bunch of

roses, give me your hands. 

Underneath a veranda full of flowers 

you steal the violets kiss. 

Smiles the Moon beyond the silken

in the game of tennis

as it is in life

a new set of balls is

often needed.