My dreams groan when I hear
the distressed notes of the violin,
my spirit wanders in my soul
as a street sleepwalker...
I find myself lost in it
pain of a maternal sigh that,
embraces me and dissipates ephemeral,
like the life that flies and
passes over time...
Your friend forever,
Bisner Ureña John
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