Lagrimas Poem by Elena Toledo
Lagrimas
Lagrimas
El me tiene en el abismo,
el boligrafo y las olas de
prosas prolongada.
Sus manos se mueven,
escriven sin proposito,
solo para desaparecer
en su muerte.
Anhelo de sufrimientos
convirtiendose en piedras
oscuras,
lagrimas convertidas en gotas
de hielo, llegando a su
fin, rompiendose como susurro
de lagrimas secas..
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