What Are These Clear Bubbles On My Lip

Poem of the body and the universe

The mornings are cold and the palm of my hand in greeting, but is not happening to me, in my blood and I can not warm up.

Sometimes I would be like those rivers warm around a volcano, full of life that run through without stopping, and more dusk Mintra more life begin to overflow.

My legs are long and thin, like the branches of a tree that wobble when the wind starts to blow.

the evening turned to see the sky and see stars reflected there and I realize qu are like all these spots on my body that can not be erased, it made me frustrated. But I realize that just came into this world so I can compare.