The cob dropped off the stalk
of a life yet to be born
–
it seemed to yawn
–
as if knew something more
than the kernel and corn it was
Poetas, Ustedes no se meuren- Poetry by Carlo Saio
The more I lose my words the more I uncover my soul
The cob dropped off the stalk
of a life yet to be born
–
it seemed to yawn
–
as if knew something more
than the kernel and corn it was
