Uncertainty

Ashamed, I wonder: what's the worth of mine?.
Shy and cautious,
dodging by the shadows.
What am I afraid of?
Unmanned emotions arise in... me?
and face off the ones in... you?
Please, spot me across the shelves,
you, milk-skinned matron,
show me your gems, deliver your solace.
Let's forget our names and shapes.

Angry weather

Crows under stormy clouds,

early spring and quietness.

Greedy land, so much mud and clay, your only wealth...

Yet a million buds, a million grassblades, a million leaves,

a million drafts of a million lives.

¡Pay heed, you hero, king of mices!