In dark hour.

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 21 Feb 2022

I delve into the mountain abyss
imbued with silences there is no
ancient world references
when vegetable is transited
free from anxiety in vogue
empty of reports and harangues.
Through the foliage I can hear
the deaf spiral of estuaries
announcing the storm
Everything plunged me into complete peace.
And from the abyssal womb emanates
a taste of nature.
ocean night
my thirsty dream
the deepest sun
vibrates
in dark hour.