martes, 10 de diciembre de 2019

Poema 16

Like a sky that falls apart 
upon two open arms. 
But it was what it was. 

Like a hidden thief 
listening the speech of the priest. 
But it was you and it was me. 

Like two closed eyes 
avoiding the blinding light. 
But I really enjoyed the ride. 

Like a wounded dam
that wants to continue the fight. 
But this time there is no retry. 

Like, try to rebuild Hiroshima 
two days after the bomb met the arena. 
But I don't think is a good idea.



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