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.