Tiny pimples of sadness
they fall alone on a path
dusty haunted by the cold
commoner water drops how happy
are observed on tiptoe on the
crystal of its reflection...
Wet applause sounds over him
roof lazily hugging a
to be divine full of dreams of tenderness,
there the bitterness of the day washes
away with the sweet harmony of a noble smile...
John F. Bisner Ureña.
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