Yo Se Nada

Yo Se Nada

A note: This poem was written several years ago and forgotten.
I found it the other day and thought I would share.
I want to thank Mai H. (Chickalatina) for her help with the Spanish.

In the evening’s cool
is when I miss you most.
Or is it in the morning’s mist,
as a pastel sky emerges
with a lonely sigh?
Then again it may be in midday,
as an orange sun kisses
my eyes with memories;
or when those deep shadowy nights
paint you alive.

Mi amante, yo se nada
excepto que estoy sufriendo,
que te anhelo,
que te anhelo.

redzone 2.23.07

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