Miedo


Yo me alcé en un viaje suicida,
como un ave sin tiempos,
sobre un suelo de agua con azules enterrados.
Anonadada por mi vuelo desprovisto de alas,
tuve miedo de encontrar
a mis muertos, grises de sombras,
y desperté.


lh

Posted by L Hernandez at 8/24/2007 1:59 AM
Categories: poesía
 

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