And in silence, until the words quiet within me,
they are not typhoons—
but breezes.

Not lightning, nor thunder, nor fierce wind—
just silent clouds adrift
in a cotton-candy sky.

They carry my reveries from north to south,
hide my sunshine,
clench my horizon, awaken my storms…
Yet so shy, they only pour torrents—
within me. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer