miércoles, 16 de agosto de 2023

Poema 52

 

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You part with burst
I hear a siren in the distant
a call of help.
Can you hear us?
Can you see us?
We're in awe.

It's hard to see you fighting
with your trouble in mind.
So, rest now! It's your time.

Lying helplessly giving yourself away
every piece of flesh
is now breathing in a new being.

I turn my back abruptly a hum is heard
a crackling grasps my soul
that was your last cry of warning.

Now you navigate in our minds... forever.


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                                                                                                                           para David.