PASOS MOJADOS...

Wet steps...

In the embrace of the ice
desmenbrado a tunnel,
the land of shadows
carries water woes.
Sometimes a ruddy sun
be seen in sunsets and happy,
but elusive barefoot day,
and at night, gives strength to cry.
Eternal snow are the conjuration,
and icy sea breezes.
You carry the sadness frozen
I wet steps, 
where I walk.

© RoseMarie M. Camus Photography