ONROIG LEB NU
hot water dissolves
lumps and tired
annoying seeds are under the skin
dried pain.
Green a bit 'snowy
see these eyes
careful and discerning individuals
that if they port below.
The sun bum
these ponds flooded
and after
danced long
goes silent
like the sound of my hell
now ... sets.
The plug of my time
lost energy
for a few hours
nothing has tarnished
poetry.
And to listen
the whistle of a good wind
passing from hot to cold
without never suffer moan.
and not use the pen
to put forth the idea
photograph Inside ...
Keep it!
then rewind the tape
and articulate my thoughts
the traits of a good day
which is now vanishing.
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