Feral Child
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Feral child
Aromatic bark and petrichors of yesterday
A lonely feeling lightly enveils the sun, the color of soil and deep honey
Sweet nectar of a wandering child
As tracing towards a time and place, saw spring flowers
Feeding of rain
Saw the light in her skin
Glistening
Saw the sun become memories
And the orchid veins into soil