Franco Guerra Flores

Anís.

Precioso cristal, cobijo del anís,
recorre hasta mi último rincón,
cubre esta sensible alma que clama ser enterrada
por los recuerdos, por el olvido.
 
Retoño del arcoiris, dame tu inspiración,
ese final encontrado, donde manos cambian,
hasta el punto de dar, tomar y tocar,
la última letra que este poema escribe en su ansiado final.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11.10.2007.

 

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