Martas poems:

The long days of Summer are going fast, I think, as I close my eyes scared by loud thunder... A soft breeze perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combs through my hair, strong and sweet invading my senses, drenching my soul, making me dizzy as it pulls me apart from everything that feels cold or hard melting every bit of my heart, until all of me dissolves into its warmth. and right there, awaiting the impending rain, I do not care anymore if everything trembles with the threat of the... Sign in to see full entry.