SWORD

Sword
To all soldiers

The warrior fled.

Everyone had perished.

The sword stayed still

on the ground,

one quilt of dazzling eyes

had into its bosom inlay

spherical whiten,

the sword seemed enlightened by half,

the darken side was the drying blood,

is there a rose of the same hue?

Yes...there is.

The sword was swallowed up by the eart

has time went by,

perhaps it is entangled at the roots

of a tree that died centuries ago.
Rolando Eugenio Leturia

Copyright ©2006 Rolando Eugenio Leturia