The variety of reality
The leaves of my hands
Have their own way of freezing
Their own way to melt,
As if they were tears of my body.
You murmur: reality is the sum of little surprises.
It never liked boredom. Never.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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