EL AGUA ERA UNA PIEDRA DURA...

The Water Was A Hard Stone...

The water was a hard stone,
salar salty wet
desert into the abyss.
Birds had not descending,
no rain under the clouds,
only gray days in the sun,
waiting, hopelessness.
The water was a hard stone,
as his words,
breaking glass,
knives saying goodbye,
to leave.


© Vincent Kim Photography
© RoseMarie M Camus Poetry & Design