made her tears turn pearls.
With them,
she made a dress
and while she waited
she invaded the room with a melody of sadness.
The expectation of the waiting
made her turn a pearly little ghost dancing across the room.
Suddenly she began to hear his steps on the horizon
and a wide open smile enlightened her face.
Across the mist she went,
leaving a pearl in every step of the way,
just to guide you
just to lead the way.
Breathtaking your arrival.
A single pearl was there
melting on her lips,
waiting for the touch of your kiss
and her body, naked as a tree in the winter
begged for your touch.
© Graça Costa
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