Fran Escudero Redondo

Abatido

Abatido,

ya se marchó la fuente de mi inocencia,

se fue del nido,

ya no siento su presencia.

Abatido,

el dolr fluye por mis venas,

el martirio,

finalizaron las tardes buenas.

Abatido,

estoy solo y confundido,

triste yo me siento,

mi alegría se la llevó el viento 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 17.08.2009.

 

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