Silly little poem

A silly little poem
Who does not speak of love
Neither flower
Does not even have pain
I have not seen it
Nor sea stars
Neither boat to sail
Do not talk about kissing
Silly little poem
Without singing, or charm
It has birds
Neither streets, alleys
Without life going
Without stones without tears
This silly little poem
Odorless
Without love or heartbreak
Without web without fog
Without laughter, no sex
Dead or injured
Endangered or scrawls
Has no full moon
I did not see solitude
I do not speak of a
Prometheus or Isis
A little poem
Silly, silly
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Sandra Mello-flower