My favourite poet is a tiny figure in a broad city.
She walks in silence with eyes wide open,
green candid circles to guard those wells of wonders.
My favourite poet is a hungry child looking for crumbs.
Lanterns up above a narrow alley in the old city
She hunts for moments with her clear lenses.
Two bearded lovers hoping for a future
Green shiny circles to preserve fleeting butterflies.
A young woman clenched to her phone
My favourite poet is quiet in a world that speaks out loud.
She doesn’t know she is my favourite poet
green plastic circles to frame a too broad world.
P.S. dedicated to a tender person and her green framed spectacles.