Love that was like mist
at the edge of morning,
faded away in the foam
of a distant memory.
Your voice remained in the wind,
but your presence is gone.
The lament lives on in silence
of a heart that has lost.
Un espacio íntimo donde la palabra respira y el verso se vuelve refugio. Poesía personal para quienes aman las letras, las emociones sinceras y la belleza de lo escrito desde el alma.
Manuel Ribadulla 
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