The Justice of Words

So much fear that beautified our face like a rock.

So much rock that flows within us like thirst.

So much thirst scattered on the lips like a nostalgia of a person.

So much person who fights the seas like an untraveled seagull.

So many seas to be witnessed in the eyes

like forgotten exiles.

Love the fears of others.

They shaped their rocks.

There were also those sunsets that we had to resolve

along with other matters of the soul

and evasive maneuvers.

The justice of words.