El viento

dobla en mis ojos

al árbol del llanto,


en sus manos ciegas

mis golondrinas

que te buscan

mi dulce compañera,

en esta tarde,

que no hubiera

querido que llegara

para no sentirme

tan solo,

en lo más hondo

de los pasos

que sufro.


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