World pulse

Were you a grain of flour?

Or a summer fruit?

Or a small palm trunk?

In a rainy winter land?

Was my transparent heart?

Containing the pulse of the world?

Searching for a warm pasture?

For fleeting seconds?

Was I once a bird?

Searching for a piece of bread?

On lofty peaks?

Or the gaze of a blonde girl?

Her cheeks are rosy?

Staring at the moon one evening?

I am the hymn of eternal love?

The abundance of God?

And a perfect creation?

I am a woman...from moments