Cazadora de sílabas, tejedora de versos.
La poesía breve vive aquí.
(haikus, limericks y coplillas)
The witch's dark curse
between the mist and the heather,
binds your destiny.
They exist, that much is certain—
their queimada burns deeper than words.
#TankaThursday #TankaPoem #micropoetry
The witch's dark curse
between the mist and the heather,
binds your destiny.
They exist, that much is certain—
their queimada burns deeper than words.
#TankaThursday #TankaPoem #micropoetry
"The earth trembles, small,
before the unleashed thunder"
"The earth trembles, small,
before the unleashed thunder"