Collection with the form of acrostics. Recent work, written with a lot of love towards the English language, which is second language to the author in an attempt to experiment with its etymology and its words combining them with own personal emotions.
From the book:
The Sail Of Color White
T here by the lighthouse embraced by the mist,
H eaving up eastward is the pride of your ship,
E ntagled, the seagrass will tell you the myths of a
S ailer who solely conquers the deep
A reas of your thoughts, daring your navy. The
I les and the rocks to beware: she’s a
O f advantage deprived and of a
F ortunate star, she navigates
C rests, exploring your heart
O ver and over without a compass.
L eaving her fate on the lines of your past,
O mitting maps and
R ules too obscure, she happily
W recks in your arms and securely
H eaves the vessel upwards the ninth wave.
I rresistable passion makes her so brave
T hat it is frightened when she turns to your core and
E motively finds her promised shore.
When Words Are Over
W hen words are over
H ow does one
E voke the essence of the
W hen time grows older
O r when the sun
R aises as a dark black
S omeone’s poem in
R ebuilds again the
O ver memories, too pale
V erses run to
E ven days where
R eposed just love remains.