Traducir a tu Idioma

9:51 - Posted by Eileen Ovalle © - 0 comentarios

ETÉREO…

Inevitablemente
la noche suspira...
y la luna desnuda,
(empieza a brillar)

Los pájaros vuelan
a cielos ausentes…
y hasta mi presente
parece olvidar…

Perenne distancia
marcado martirio…
pedazo del alma
y un trozo de luz!

Eileen


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