Between

Between the hemispheres, the Akash

spills into a cerulean sea

In my mouth, petals and thorns

immerse themselves in their debate

Quivering in my breast

a symphony of drums and violins

Between the wings of my pelvis

a gentle dawn rises through the mountains

The singing of birds ignites

the day’s rainbow

The newborn sun seeks its echo

between the sparkling sea and the fathomless sky

as its voice rises

—Lorena (2020, 2025)