Every colour and more
Drilled from the core
What is enough?
When we’re looking for
Better, brighter stuff
But
The spectrum cuts short
Just beyond our reflections
Blank slate stretched
Beyond our perceptions
Tu siempre haciéndonos reflexionar y haciéndonos sentir bien con tus poemas, y mas cuando hablamos de colores que es lo que debemos ponerle día día a nuestra vida. saludos y un abrazo amiga.
This one has special meaning to me elementm, I am invested in the mining sector, mostly metals like cobalt, zinc, scandium, silver, and gold. In its natural from the resources that are mined look almost nothing like those which have been refined except for tiny glimpses, specs of luster embedded in ore (measured in grams per ton) that suggest: this is the spot (or not), keep drilling. The answer to your question is: there is never enough. I think this is a beautiful and revealing poem. Best.
Tu siempre haciéndonos reflexionar y haciéndonos sentir bien con tus poemas, y mas cuando hablamos de colores que es lo que debemos ponerle día día a nuestra vida. saludos y un abrazo amiga.
This one has special meaning to me elementm, I am invested in the mining sector, mostly metals like cobalt, zinc, scandium, silver, and gold. In its natural from the resources that are mined look almost nothing like those which have been refined except for tiny glimpses, specs of luster embedded in ore (measured in grams per ton) that suggest: this is the spot (or not), keep drilling. The answer to your question is: there is never enough. I think this is a beautiful and revealing poem. Best.